El Sargento

El Sargento. How delicious! A lazy, lazy day. 
Good thing, too, because I’ve come down with the first cold I’ve had in about two years. At home, people have been sick off and on for months. Not I. No, I have to wait until I’m a four or five day drive from home to get sick. But in a gorgeous setting. 
The folks we’re staying with have been so kind, giving me Airborne and a big box of tissues. 
The others are now doing a beach walk, but I’m just not up to it so am sitting in the sun, writing, dozing, reading. For now, this is perfect for me. With the car as a barrier, I am out of most of the wind, sitting with sun on my poor winter-white skin, and watching the tide roll in. A lovely spot to be sick!
Back to the house, and soon tuna is on the grill.
I know I’ve said it before, but I could live here.
There is a little store in this town that is amazing. It’s run by Armita and Oscar. Need tires? Armita will get them. Need soy milk or brown rice? On the shelf. Half and half? Just look next to the milk.
Usually, none of these things exists in Mexico. Cinda’s friends said they could drive around La Paz all day and maybe not find half and half, but it’s always in El Sargento. The couple that runs the little mini mart in town aim to please, and they do.
Vegetables are hand chosen. The shelves are beautifully stocked with even things fussy eaters might want. When Oscar comes back from La Paz with a full truck, people who see the truck dash for the store and unload the shelves almost as fast as he can stock them.
As I said, I could live here.