Mary and I are passing a vacation in the town of Bucerías, Nayarit, Mexico, about 20 minutes north of Puerto Vallarta. I drove our van here taking Venus and my bike, piano, two 25 inch monitors, and luggage; Mary flew down after visiting Mom and sister Sue in Fort Collins.
We’re staying a few weeks in an apartment 6 blocks from the beach. Murray, a Canadian married to a Mexican lives above us. They have a quiet old dog that sometimes hangs around with Venus. A Californian family without a dog lives across the street, a Mexican with two noisy Dobermans live on one side and another Mexican lives on the other side with two noisy mastiffs. Noisy dogs annoy us, especially considering that the neighborhood is safe. Sometimes I wonder if Mexicans would be less enamored with guard dogs if there wasn’t gun control; people always seeks ways to protect themselves against real and imagined enemies.