Out And About in Zihua

We boarded the bus to Zihuatanejo this morning with misgivings. The driver looked 18 years old and, given the fondness for speed some bus drivers demonstrate on the trans-valley expressway, we had to hope this fellow had his head bolted on on right. Thankfully, he did.

The number at the service arrangement this morning was, for whatever reason, much less than last week. All were able to fit into the single available vehicle except Carol and I. This was not disagreeable to me since I wanted to call back on the fellow I had met last week who is in treatment at AA, and this we did.

We were able to discuss with him for about a half hour. I sensed he was positively affected by a scripture I read to him. Although he is in treatment to overcome a problem that is clearly to his own benefit to achieve, that personal benefit is only one motive to conquer the problem. I told him if he has an additional reason to conquer it, this will make him stronger. So we read Proverbs 27:11 which explains a wonderful motivation to be wise in our actions. So far he owns no Bible so we arranged to bring him one next week.

We had other English-speaking persons to find but soon we had to pause our walking in the strong sun and seek a handful of rest and refreshment. This we did at Bananas, the restaurant I've mentioned before. Possibly it's the stimulation of caffeine and sugar, but Coca-Cola is the thing that gets us going again in this climate.

Got a straw?

At Bananas we left a JW.org business card with our waiter only to learn he is a Witness himself. And the lady at the back counter was a sister. Shortly afterwards, passing a park, we met a family of Witnesses doing cart work. Continuing on to the next call we passed an older man minding a convenience store. He also is a Witness. I passed him last week and began speaking with him as best I could because he was reading The Watchtower (in Spanish).

We also passed the interesting sight of a woman carrying on her head a bag of various fruit. I would have loved to photograph this as she approached but, more discreetly, I snapped a shot after she had gone by.

A 'balanced' diet 'heading' home.

Once finished in the ministry we took a bus to Commerciale, the supermarket. We were getting perilously low on peanut butter among other items. But the first things we bought there were ice cream cones. Two excellent ice creams in the better cones for $1.08 each Canadian. Good deal. I asked about a flavor that looked interesting and understood nothing of the Spanish response. I chose it anyway. I did not recognize the flavor and have no idea what it was, but I'll give it an 8 out of 10.

Back home we took an hour to watch the sun set. Rather than another sunset photo though, I offer this of a sailboat between islands in the bay ...