...you always find something else.
This happened to me today. I had been sitting on a log on a sandy beach, watching the pelicans breaking off from their squadrons and diving dramatically for fish. The sealion king was atop his rock, master of all he surveyed. As I walked back, I scanned the water for otters, but couldn't see any. I was just about to give up when a school of dolphins broke the surface and cruised along.
'That'll do' I thought, 'That'll do nicely'.
Downtown Santa Cruz was hosting a Mexican fair, which was buzzing with people and infused pleasant cooking smells. I drifted in, and decided to try some Mexican food. I'm not familiar with the cuisine, so when asked what I wanted, just said I'd have what the woman in front of me had gone for. A pile of mystery items, and sauces was presented to me, so I took it over to the stage area where there was an exhibition of traditional Mexican dancing going on. Lots of swirling ladies in brightly coloured skirts and men doing what looked like a cross between Scottish country and tap dancing in over-sized straw hats. I chomped into my lunch and started to feel like a volcano was erupting in my mouth. I didn't want to laugh when the man dressed as a cactus ran across the stage, in case blood seeped out.
The show became a rather laden down with multiple translations, a bit like the Eurovision Song Competition so I moved on, past the bucking bronco and the face painting stalls, which seem obligatory at these events. There is always a miserable child propped up in a high chair, being turned into a lion.
While all this was going on, I couldn't help notice THE HUGE FIRE ENGINE driving round the streets again. I know why now, it is to hose down people's mouths when they have been too adventurous at the food stalls.
This happened to me today. I had been sitting on a log on a sandy beach, watching the pelicans breaking off from their squadrons and diving dramatically for fish. The sealion king was atop his rock, master of all he surveyed. As I walked back, I scanned the water for otters, but couldn't see any. I was just about to give up when a school of dolphins broke the surface and cruised along.
'That'll do' I thought, 'That'll do nicely'.
Downtown Santa Cruz was hosting a Mexican fair, which was buzzing with people and infused pleasant cooking smells. I drifted in, and decided to try some Mexican food. I'm not familiar with the cuisine, so when asked what I wanted, just said I'd have what the woman in front of me had gone for. A pile of mystery items, and sauces was presented to me, so I took it over to the stage area where there was an exhibition of traditional Mexican dancing going on. Lots of swirling ladies in brightly coloured skirts and men doing what looked like a cross between Scottish country and tap dancing in over-sized straw hats. I chomped into my lunch and started to feel like a volcano was erupting in my mouth. I didn't want to laugh when the man dressed as a cactus ran across the stage, in case blood seeped out.
The show became a rather laden down with multiple translations, a bit like the Eurovision Song Competition so I moved on, past the bucking bronco and the face painting stalls, which seem obligatory at these events. There is always a miserable child propped up in a high chair, being turned into a lion.
While all this was going on, I couldn't help notice THE HUGE FIRE ENGINE driving round the streets again. I know why now, it is to hose down people's mouths when they have been too adventurous at the food stalls.
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