Yesterday we took the pulmonia to the Mega store. I's a huge grocery store like any in the US. It's on the second level of the mall. You take a people mover straight up. Returning, your cart is magnetized to the escalator without steps to go down.
Buying pastries is going to ruin me---but in a good way. The bakery has trays and tongs which you pick up and choose from at least 100 pan dulces. I didn't even look at the cakes or dounuts.
I bought enough food for a couple meals and breakfast and lunch stuff. When I asked for a kilo of boiled ham (jambon) the lady looked at me and smiled sweetly so I knew I screwed up. I then ordered a half a kilo, which is of course still too much for us. Last night I made spaghetti and meat sauce, Ceasar salad, and wonderful Mexican peasant bread. Surprise, surprise, my blood sugar was 109 this morning. rick says we have to move here for health reasons. Maybe it was all the "exercise" I got in the pool.
My computer went crazy last night--so much that I was sure it was gone forever. I am one with this thing and realized just how much when I couldn't sleep trying to figure out how to live without it. If I'm ever gone for a while that's the reason.
2 comments:
Hi there, hope you are having fun in Mazatlan. It sounds like you are! LIsa is a friend of mine, too. Actually she housesat for us and we really hit it off.
Anyway, glad you are having a good time.
Thank you for reading my blog. I'm pretty sure you are the only one. So far we are having a great time in Mazatlan. So many synchronistic things have happened to us since we decided to come here--like finding sweet Lisa again. Last night we met a man, Lou, who's first child was born at Temple University Hospital in 1963, where I was employed as an OB nurse--my first job as an Rn. How weird is that.
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