As I sat down to write this post, a weekly event for me (usually), I sighed, not sure what to say this week.
It’s been a typical week here. Nothing earth-shattering. No big changes. Nothing really different.
But that’s ignoring the small stuff.
The small stuff is part of the true beauty of Chapala. What I mean are the little changes that can so easily slip by unnoticed.
Here’s one of them.
For those of you of a certain age, you may remember the days when there were “rides” outside grocery stores and the few big box stores in the 50s and 60s.
Over time, they disappeared. Big loss? No. Not really.
Just time marching on.
And now we come to Chapala.
There are many more dotted around el centro. How wonderful. And seeing local children enjoy them. Mostly I remember begging my mother for the nickel or dime required for a ride back when I was just a wee thing. I didn’t get it often. That was frivolous. But every once in a while, I did get that ride. And I get to see these throwbacks every time I walk downtown.
The malecon is under repair. The benches are being repaired, slates replaced, and being repainted. Fishermen maintain their boats. The skate park was recently repainted in bright white and this morning I saw that a local artist has used that canvas for his own contribution.
We’re deep in Spring here. The weather is getting increasingly warm during the day, up into the low 80s. Very enjoyable.
Yes, it’s small. Yet, it’s wonderful.