Sweet!

Suddenly, in front of Syd and Gundy’s twice-reroofed-and-sided no-design neighbors’ house, an immaculate 1980s Mercedes 450SL. One of many curiosities swirling about the beginning of this strange new year.

[Note to self: turn off flash.]

Gang’s all here!

Morning, New Year’s Day. The weekend neighbors have crammed five cars inside their fence.

The brown rectangle to the right perhaps indicates the pozo negro, or septic tank, so it’s understandable one might not choose to park on top of it. But why not park on the lawn outside the fence?

Worried about New Year’s Eve fireworks? Well, there are some, but they’ve diminished significantly in recent years.

No, I think the real reason is simple: they’re city people.

Nowhere near as noisy as in years past, so no complaints. Just curious.

Single use plastic?

This is a plastic egg carton from Tienda Inglesa.

We have not bought eggs from Tienda Inglesa in years – five or six at least. I discovered eggs are cheaper in the street market (feria) so bought eggs there, but because the best feria packaging for a dozen tends to be a plastic bag, I started carrying this with me. Now I buy them next door in recycled cardboard trays of 15, and put them in this container for storage (actually, we have two of them).

Five or six years? At least, and quite probably more.

And why the one egg on the lid? Because this single use container, meant to be opened 12 times at the most, has been opened and closed hundreds of times and is still springy enough that without a weight, the lid will pop back over the rest of the eggs.

And most people will simply throw it in the garbage.