This lovely photo of the upstairs terraza was taken years ago, but don’t be fooled. It’s the worst spot of the house.
Doing a 180, and taking another shot, you get this below, which was taken within the last year.
The chairs are the same, but the table now lives on the balcony of our downtown Casita, and the umbrella rotted from blazing sun and scorching heat.
For years I had a hammock under the roof tile, which covers a small percentage of the overall terraza, but in time I found myself rarely using it, so I gave it away.
Nowadays nobody goes out there much. No plant survives there except for cacti. Due to the floor being too level, a pond lives out there, ignoring the drain holes, covering about a fifth of the area, through the five rainy months.
A few years ago, a big section of the ceramic floor buckled from the heat and sun, and had to be replaced.
The spot should have been planned better during the construction, but it wasn’t. A darn shame. Mistakes happen when you’re too cheap to hire an architect.
Can’t let a post slip by without a political element, at least not these glorious days.
Fidel Castro died. This may be the best month in decades. First, Donald Trump wins. Then Castro dies. Some are suggesting a connection, but I doubt it.
I was saddened, but not surprised, to see Mexican President Enrique Peña Nieto expressing sorrow for the pendejo’s overdue death. I voted for Peña Nieto.
But even more appalling is the reaction of Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau who described Fidel as a “remarkable leader” and “legendary revolutionary.”
You cannot argue with either of those descriptions, but Trudeau meant them positively, not negatively.
Trudeau is a world-class ignoramus, and Canadians must be so proud. I guess he’s never been in Cuba, and if he has, he got the standard whitewash tour delivered by despots.
I have been in Cuba. A snarky hats-off to the Canuck nincompoop PM for inspiring me to link to this.
Let’s take both these birds and flip them toward Prime Minister Trudeau, using two hands.