Red Paint, Salsa Dancing, and Restringing a Guitar - What Fun!

Salutations and felicitations from Loreto, Mexico! Just thought the post should start off interesting. Let's see if it'll end that way. OK, today was an interesting day. First off, a slightly later than usual start; just by five-ten minutes, nothing big. We once again made our way over to the Intranado to resume work on the painting.

Being done with the melon color, we turned our attention to the vermilion red. There wasn't as much to paint with the red and the work went by quickly. We splintered off in groups of roughly three and proceeded to paint the red onto the brick walls and one wall that needed a complete coat. As I stated earlier, the work went by quickly. There was a naranja (orange) paint bucket, but Cheuy and his pals painted the orange. The time was roughly 11:38:12 PM and the Leader of the Day (Brooke) had called lunch. We ate lunch and then resumed what remained of work. Shaun and Debbie took to sanding, varnishing, and repainting the benches.

We also borrowed a guitar from Cheuy and Peter and I noticed a string missing. We therefore went to the music shop and bought Ernie Ball acoustic nylon strings for 150 pesos (about $15) and proceeded home. Peter restrung the guitar up to the B string and then went to string the top E string at last. The gear on the tuning peg fell off, as did the screw holding it there. Brooke, Peter, and I searched the grass and Brooke had found the gear. We searched for a while for the screw as well. Tiny and jet-black. Perfect. I helped in the search and retuned the guitar while they continued on. Peter improvised with the low E string's tuning head gear screw, as that gear held in place, no problem.

This is a long post, so I'll finish up. We had gone out to dinner with Patty tonight as well and everyone learned salsa dancing. I took some pictures for the first half and then jumped in and learned the basics quickly enough. During the free-for-all dance, Sophie and the instructor (Alejandre?) were really gettin' down on the moves. Josh danced with everyone as well. It soon fizzled to where Josh was just solo dancing. We then went to the ice cream parlor, which was closed. We decided to get into a club, but the only club opened served beer, so we didn't go to that. We ended the evening with a game where someone closes their eyes, someone starts something, the rest follow, and the person with their eyes closed has to guess who's leading (they can open their eyes after everyone makes the same sound).

Buenos Nachos!
-Donovan