Well, we all had a good nights sleep and the sun is shining. The rental isn't ideal, it's quite small and my mom's bathroom is tiny but it's not for long. After breakfast, we wait for Thomas, our real estate agent, who is coming over for a chat and to plan our house-hunting strategy. We try to organize our stuff, which we had to unpack from the van and bring into this small rental with hardly any storage. A quick trip to WalMart for supplies (yes folks, even in Mexico there is a WalMart - sad eh). Our next door neighbour Malcolm invites my mom and dad in for a glass of wine. He is quite the character, about 80 years old and teaches ESP. Mom explains how we had to leave a lot of stuff behind, including her old wooden birdcage and turns out Malcolm is a woodcarver. He says to get a photo and the dimensions, and he will make her one. She's over the moon.
By this time Trev and I have a case of Montezuma's Revenge (I'm sure everyone knows what that is). We suspect the salad at dinner last night at the motel up in the mountains had been washed in local water, and boy are we suffering.
There is no tv in the rental house, turns out the owners are blind so it sorts of makes sense I guess, but it gets a bit boring by the evening, so we watch a dvd on the computer before its off to bed.
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