Once again we got up Thursday morning and set about our normal routine, all the while steeling ourselves for a dentist appointment. The time came and we walked to the office and sat down, Brian wringing his hands and Shelley trying to take his mind off of everything. As it turned out, the Doctor was unexpectedly delayed and once again we had to re-schedule the appointment. Breathing cleansing sighs of relief, we arrived home to an overjoyed puppy. Brian then took Fredi out to check some potential accommodations for his friend Jan when we comes at Christmas. Late that afternoon, it got overcast and coolish out and started to rain. The river's quite low so the rain is welcome. Shelley never thought she'd say it, but she actually misses the Vancouver rain from time to time. It's the feeling it engenders. Cozy & warm in your home while it's dark & damp outside.
It was time for our coffee run so we walked downtown on Friday and picked up 6 pounds of coffee. The price has recently gone up to $2.80 a pound. We were wondering how much a pound of coffee costs in Canada these days? Since we were in El Centro, we checked on our picture being framed to see if it was ready. The frame was finished and they only had to fix the hanger part, so we waited a couple of minutes while they did that. Loaded with coffee & a large picture, we took a cab home. Our cab driver took a shine to Fredi and was especially pleased because his name happened to be Freddy too. Our internet had been out all morning, so we were happy it was back up and running when we got home. That afternoon it again started raining hard and long.
Nothing special planned for Saturday, we took off down Doce de Abril walking past the block of dogs (they all take turns barking at Fredi) and then walking further past the University. We then turned in and walked to Remigo Crespo after stopping in at a plant nursery in the neighbourhood. We didn't buy anything. Walking up Remigo Crespo we stopped at La Europa for one of their instant cappuccinos. They were having some sort of celebration at the school across the street and several food booths were set up doing a booming business. As well, they were having a cooking demonstration at La Europa, the cook's voice booming out through huge speakers. There was lots to see & hear. We drank our coffee, watched the goings on and then headed out. It started to rain, huge drops that Brian was afraid was going to turn into another deluge, so we caught a cab and came home.
In a couple of months Brian is going to reach the magic age of 70. When we were children, 70 was ancient. These days it doesn't feel the same way. Baby Boomers are categorized as people born between 1946 and 1964. There's intense concern about the Baby Boomers because we've always been a bubble in the statistics. The economy was always pretty much OK with all of us out there consuming & working and things grew despite adjustments from time to time. There were also plenty of us out there to support an older generation. Now, not only are there more of us than any other generation, but we're living longer too. A quick dive into the web suggests retirement ages are going to rise, medical costs are going to spiral and in the end, after we all finally pass away, there'll be a whole new and different world left behind. The only thing that is certain is change. So here we sit in our tiny corner of the World, plodding away at our daily routines, waiting for change to happen. The thing is, we've found our little corner of paradise. We look at the huge influx of North Americans coming here and keep our fingers crossed they won't change things, all the while knowing they must. Until now, the ancients have mostly faded away, missed by family (if lucky) but hidden for the most part during the last few years of their life. The Baby Boomers with unprecedented access because of our numbers are now chronicling their last years through the web & other media; demanding attention & opening new doors that our overwhelming demographics have empowered us with all our lives.
Walking downtown on Sunday, we noticed the traffic was much lighter than usual. There was a charity event at the Mall del Rio that afternoon but we could not think of any other reason for this oddity. We of course, got roast pig and chatted with our pig lady friend (who insists on giving Fredi multiple morsels of pork) for awhile before wandering up to the park. We sat down in the sun and listened to pan flute on the wind and watched the families strolling down the paths. We played "Gringo Alert" pointing out to each other the tourists gawking at the cathedrals and fended off men and young boys trying to polish our shoes. We had just decided no one was going to show up this Sunday and were going to walk home, when we we ran into some folks. One of the couples had recently purchased a second apartment and asked us if we were interested in seeing it. Several people we know have now become minor land barons in Ecuador, purchasing multiple apartments as an investment. Our friends' apartment was lovely with a huge terrace, great view & a large bright kitchen area. We were very happy for them. After duly admiring their purchase, we went for cappuccino & ice cream before we parted ways.
It was raining. We were walking up the street to go to SuperMaxi and do our shopping. We both had raincoats on and a hat. Brian carried an umbrella. It was deja vu to the hundreds of time we'd walked up to the Safeway in the rain in Vancouver. At the store, we met some people we know and chatted a bit and then caught a cab home. It was still raining. Brian put on Fredi's raincoat and took her out for her walk while Shelley put away the groceries and made various dishes. It continued to rain. The river is no longer low. This is a good thing. Shelley doesn't miss the rain anymore. She has however, become quite contemplative.