Tuesday, January 24, 2012
AN UNPLEASANT WRINKLE
As usual, up before the sun. From the casino parking lot, we catch the gold. A day well planned we head for Algodones, Mexico to finish my dental work. Denny Salinas has a new office from our previous visit for major work, in December/Jan. 2008/09.
Dentists here (not all) have shabby offices, as I understand it. And as many have studied and gotten their credentials in the U.S. Salinas guarantees his work, and did just that. An hour and one half the first visit, 3 ex-rays, a diagnosis and solution- no charge. Then over two hours today, and I was on my way with a cost of 200 dollars for two special made mouth guards, some cosmetic work and a prescription. RVers we have talked to claim the dentists here are very honest and Jim and I found that to be true.
We stopped for lunch at Birrieria, basically the same menu as a couple days ago, in a different place. Live musicians wander in with their tip cups, the kitchen out front. Same economical price as well.
You see everything being made in front of the shop. Notice the ceiling to floor string of garlic on the right.
This bashful lady kind of ducked when I took the picture. But, she made flour tortillas so fast it made my head swim. I saw her forming perfect size dough balls by hand and using a press to flatten them. The end product counts. Ah, fresh and delicious.
On the way home, the march of the insects appeared on the sidewalk, made of wrought iron and stones.
Clever soldier ants with a couple of "dead soldiers", an American euphemism for an empty drink bottle or can.
...and all the desert creatures like scorpions, turtles, lizards, snakes and road runners. It's a pleasure to check out the street wares even though we have no room in the motor home to bring stuff home.
Back in Yuma, on the way to get the vehicles washed and waxed, I got a ticket for running a stop sign. It isn't in my nature to plow through a stop sign in mid-day in full view of a policewoman. I've had four tickets in my life and I know it sounds ingenuous to blame my mishap on the intersection. The intersection was also an approach to a bridge and had two sets of double stop lines. It confused me. I started to stop, perceived the double lines an extra ten feet in front of me as the proper stop, and pulled forward. Realized my mistake instantly and stepped on the brakes-too late. Oh, well. Payback for those U turns I made when I shouldn't have. I'm asking for a trial in absentia. I'll keep you posted.