An inquisitive old fart with a camera
My wife woke up this morning after a dream that one of our avocado trees was starting to produce! She walked outside and voila! Seems like we just checked the other day and saw nothing.
I’m guessing these two trees are around seven years old.
Landmark day 😉
Perfect weather, empty beach. Still, walking even 100 steps with eyes closed is a challenge. Reminds me of riding a bicycle with eyes closed on Edisto Island, South Carolina. Makes a calm, flat, empty beach considerably more adventurous.
Onshore wind, nice clean break. I kept walking until I reached the mouth of the Solís Chico, probably the best surfing spot nearby.
Four patient surfers. And no, the waves rarely get much larger than that.
Alas, our most generous gift of avocados had only one problem: they all ripened simultaneously. So, a few friends each got one, and our second-to-last went tonight into a wonderfully lemony guacamole…
… accompanied by thoroughly decadent Doritos.
Being off-season, we pretty much had the beach to ourselves.
For the first time in six years, I have phone books. For the entire country, outside of Montevideo, maybe 1.5 million people. (Half the population lives in Montevideo.)
I was returning my shopping cart outside Disco, a most un-Uruguayan thing to do, and a guy with a small pile of phone books asked if I wanted one. Asked my cédula (ID) number, started talking to someone on his cell phone to verify, then hand-wrote my name on a sheet of paper.
First thing, of course: check to see if we’re in it. We’re not. Did we opt out long ago? Wouldn’t surprise me.
Our two avocado trees are growing beautifully. Unfortunately, after six+ years they show no interest in producing fruit. A few months ago I chopped the tops off them to see if that would help.
Good news, though: we have generous friends 😉
Just the thing to accompany a Sunday omelet and homemade bread.