Tuesday
Guadalajara is all about going home. I told Brad this as we were driving into the
city yesterday. And so we’ve spent the
day trying to get our bearings, driving to Abuelitas for breakfast, which took
far too long to find. Going through
streets whose names were familiar, but whose directions and destinations were
nowhere to be found in my memory bank.
Perhaps Guadalajara is also about finally letting
go….finally realizing that you’ve arrived and that you will need that nap
today….that you should take that trip to the Parque Metropolitan in the
afternoon for some open, fresh air space…some visiting with bird friends….going
to see your beloved, dear friend who just happens to be a ficus.
As we entered the Parque Metropolitan (the park where I
would ride daily, first thing in the morning and the park that Brad has also
come to love) we happened upon a plaque that read “In The Parque Metropolitan”.
It was a love poem written by a R.A.R., to a great Ficus that greets you
as you first arrive.
EN EL PARQUE
METROPOLITAN
With your roots in
the air
And your trunk in the
ground
And even thus, alone,
majestic
You survive.
What happened to
you? What vandalism?
What storm? How many others succumbed?
But you, you welded
yourself to life
And refused to die.
Elevate your new
branches to the sky,
That the sun kisses
every morning,
You are full of nests
And birds that sing,
While you await the
coming spring.
I always stop to
marvel at you,
And I too have
weathered storms,
And like you, I have
survived
Which is the
important thing.
And like you, I raise
my arms to the sky.
And like you, I am
full of nests.
I relish and delight
in the birds songs.
I feel the sun and,
like you, smile.
And like you, I await
all the good
that will come,
With the next spring.
Mexican Honey Bee for Sergey
Jacaranda In Bloom for Ms. E.
CCC - This same night we returned to town, famished....so we chose Los Arcos, close to the house here, for dinner. Another seafood restaurant....we are drawn to the sea in many ways. We had fish tacos al pastor, a slowly spit-grilled, marinated delight. The shrimp ceviche was wonderful, fresh. Our fillete a la Mazatlan (white fish stuffed with shrimp, ocotpus, scallops in a bechamel sauce was delectable...but our desssrts (see below) were a work of art. Brad's a yummy cheesecake and mine a complex chocolate conncoction of some sort....too rich for words. Sated we headed for our beds.
Fco's Chocolate Heaven
Brad's Whimsical Cheesecake
And so we said Buenas Noches again in the City of Roses and Fountains which is Guadalajara.
Hasta pronto,
Fco. y Brad
Whoa, I am blown away by that ficus, the poem, the photos...and then, a jacaranda?! Truly, something beautiful on every level.
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