Another Crazy Day in Vallarta

Yesterday was not even a bad day in Vallarta, it was just a day. Here one tends to shrug their shoulders, and move one. How else would one handle it. Headed off to the office like any other day, parked the car, started my day, should have gone to the beach and drank margaritas until I was silly.

First client arrives for a showing, so off we go to the car, my back license plate is missing and there sits a ticket for parking, here they take your plate its a guarantee you will pay the ticket, only thing is I am not parked in a no parking zone. My client see this as unjust and takes pictures, the problem is it does not matter if it is just or not, you have a ticket and you need to pay it, end of story, then if you want,you can pitch a bitch but why, go to the beach and order a margarita. I do try to explain this but my client just doesn't get it. Its Mexico, shrug your shoulders and move on.

Now our office has experience some difficult times lately so to counteract this problem, our broker decides we need a cleansing. In comes a Shaman in other words witch doctor, he sets the place on fire with a small barbecue, smoke everywhere, then comes a drenching of foul smelling waters everywhere, but the smoke is still thick cause the fire is still burning, some more mambo jumbo, now he is spitting on everyone, seems tequila needs to be spit all over you, next he starts to beat the crap out of you with flowers, more fire and I head home. I smell like I have been camping all day long. Is this the end of my day, hell no.

I have family staying with me for a few weeks, my dog Diego is a street dog adopted about 6 months ago, my guess is he is about 1and half maybe two at the most. Looks like he has hit puberty. Seems he was licking himself a lot, I wasn't home but apparently he continued until he let out a big sigh and a mess was on the floor which he then decided to take a nap in. Worked somewhat like hair gel, because the dogs hair was sticking up, The family decided to tell me this as I was sitting down eating dinner. All righty, when asked about the floor they assured me they did wash the mess up, but no they did not bath the dog.

There I was late at night bathing a dog who has no idea why and not happy about it. Might be time to get Diego fixed. In the meantime I have paid the ticket, the office still stinks and the dog is still smiling, Just another day in Vallarta.