Thick as a Brick

It felt good to be in the morning sun waiting for the freight train to clear the level crossing. I was off to Mexico on holiday but two engines in the middle did not augur well for a short wait. As it turned out Jethro Tull was playing on the radio. Thick as a Brick and the train could have taken longer if it saw the need. I warmed up in the Toronto hotel pool for a swimming exploit I knew was coming. Sore the next day though. Holidays are meant to extend you and so it is proving. How much of interest in the first few days? Not really my style of resort but it is Mexico´s premier destination and third in the world someone said. Should be experienced at least once. The dead trees one sees from the air as landing were a puzzle at first until one is reminded of a devastating hurricane only a few years back. Strong winds from Cold Front 26 (yes that´s how they refer to it on then weather) since arrival and the red flags are up, no one in the sea. Looking for an ATM was troublesome the first day or two and my efforts went through neighbourhoods with no dogs on the loose. Quite well off therefore. Turns out my Canadian bank has an outlet within 500m of the resort, how convenient. I gave a yellowing 1994 Le Monde newspaper to my work colleague a few weeks ago and noted an article on the assassination of Luis Donaldo Collosio which had just happened. He was PRI presidential candidate at the time, promising to end corruption in Mexico. Big story at the time. So lo and behold I come across a monument to him here with several plaques, each year the monument grows with a new commemoration by a politician wishing to be associated with him. The news of the day is that the footballer I watched and noted on tv Saturday is now in hospital, shot in the head. He looked cocky and had a stupid grin. Apparently an import from Paraguay where he helped them qualify for the World Cup. Foreign players are going to think twice about playing in this country. Off to see Mayan ruins so more from that hot spot next time up.