Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Is it Santorini? Is it Mykonos? Is it Naples?
Believe it or not, it's Puerto Penasco, also known as Rocky Point. See those condos all the way across the water? My place is in the pink one.
Bao and I are doing lunch at Casa Capitain, which my friends Jeannie and Bob told me boasted the most gorgeous view in town. Good food, too. I have to say, I'd never have found the place without them. When Bob turned off the main drag onto what looked like a goat-track going up a desolate mountain, I thought they were playing a joke. Talk about a road to nowhere! Up, up and up we climbed.
"It's one of the oldest restaurants in Rocky Point," Jeannie assured me.
In that case, you'd think they'd have gotten around building a road to it. But, hey! It's Mexico. And at the top of the hill, there were acutally two restuarants, plus a handful of newly-constructed villas with to-die-for views and price tags to match.
What a great lunch! What nice red wine! What a view! Bao wasn't crazy about their salsa, but he ate all the meat out of my taco so a good time was had by all.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Here's the photo that appeared in the local newspaper. The caption read, Bao, a Shih Tzu owned by Gail Graham, finds a quiet spot away from the bigger dogs after winning the Tacky Tourist Award as the best-dressed at The Last Wag of Summer.
They got it all wrong. I don't own Bao -- Bao owns me.
The table in the foreground is really fabulous. It's handpainted, with doggy faces. You can order them, and the artist will paint anything you like. I'd love to have one that was all Shih Tzu.
We got back from Rocky Point on Monday. Leaving Puerto Penasco was pure Lawrence of Arabia -- the wind was blowing a gale, sending great streams of sand across the roads and making driving really difficult. Driving into a mini sand dune is as bad as driving into a snowbank. The car goes all funny,
It's amazing, how this fabulous resort community is just rising up out of a vast expanse of sand and nothingness. When I first visited two years ago, the handful of condominiums sort of loomed up in the distance like an up-market Brigadoon in the middle of the desert. Now there are twice as many condos, and more coming. Like mushrooms after a spring rain, as the Chinese would say.
Anyhow, we're back home and back at work. Well, I'm back at work. Bao is sleeping at my feet. It's a dog's life.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007