Es Agradable no Hacer Nada

...So that's what we did.

But first, in case you weren't jealous enough of our morning lattes at La Casa del Café, here's some extra incentive:

Sunday is a perfect day for finding a bench on the Plaza and vegging out. We got a pretty late start, so we ended up doing a lot of that, and a lot of shopping at the vendors and craftspeople who make up a respectable-sized shopping center there on any Sunday.

San Andrés Apóstol sits on one side of the Plaza. Tamara got right up to the front door and absolutely nothing was struck by lightning. I just report the facts.

We had a late lunch at Merendero Lake Burger. 

The OTHER Giant Pelican of Ajijic

And since it was a LATE lunch, we washed it down with a Margarita Mezcal.

At the back of the restaurant is this sign:

"In this space we are positive. We help one another, respect one another, work together. We are friendly. We communicate with one another, we have fun together, and more than anything we are a team working for you."

The service there really is extraordinary. Pretty nearly everyone here is friendly or at least courteous, but some places make you feel like you belong there. This is one of them.

When we went out for a late dinner, we found almost every place closed as of 7. The Tapatios had gone home, and the streets seemed almost deserted without them.

After wandering around aimlessly for a while, we headed on back to Merendero. I had a cream of Portobello soup, which was heavenly, and a salad with pears and pecans and bleu cheese, ditto. Tamara had a chicken burger roughly the size of my head. The only way to get it eaten was with a knife and fork.

Tomorrow you'll see Tamara looking stunning on her birthday, the Lake Chapala Society, and a wall of calaveras (¡spooky!).

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