Eating cheese

plaza
All the Christmas tourists have gone, thank the Goddess.

WALKING ACROSS the plaza Friday heading to the coffee shop, I was unaware that soon I’d be hauling cheese.

No sooner had I sat down with my café Americano negro and opened my Kindle to Charlemagne than my child bride walked up and deposited a bag with a container of cream and a half-kilo of cheese on my table.

Please take this home, she said.

She was heading to the gym.

One of the many things you’re warned about on visiting Mexico is not to eat the cheese. Isn’t pasteurized, they say, or something like that. I pay it no mind.

If someone puts a tasty cheese in front of me, I eat it, no questions asked, and it has not killed me yet.

This is named queso fresco — fresh cheese — and it’s my favorite. We  recently found a butcher shop in a bad neighborhood that sells great queso fresco.

When I got home, I took a photo for you. Half a kilo is a big hunk of cheese, and it will last us a while.

cheeze

Till I got it home it wasn’t even refrigerated.

I am fearless.

Out to dry

sheets
Usually there are far more blankets, pillows and pillowcases out there.

I LIVE NEXT to a sex motel. It’s not as bad as you might think. Actually, it’s great because it functions as 24-hour security.

The motel has just eight rooms. They sit above their individual carports with outer curtains so Nosy Parkers can’t even spot the vehicles. Gossip, you know.

It’s a pretty snazzy joint. Late in the construction almost 10 years ago, we crept into one of the rooms for a peek. The rearmost room even has a jacuzzi.

Here’s something odd though. At the back of the mostly two-story building is a third story, the laundry room. There are a number of washers, and an indoor clothesline.

But no dryers.

The clothesline is, by necessity, rather short. The sheets are dried there, but the blankets are not. They are spread out on the roof to air-dry, and air there is a’plenty.

Blankets are blown about quite a bit on the rain-stained roof. Pillows are out there too. You can spot one by a skylight.

This does not seem sanitary. I wonder if they sweep before tossing out blankets, pillowcases and pillows.

I also wonder why they didn’t install a lengthy clothesline on the roof. Maybe the owner thought it would look cheesy. Wouldn’t want a sex motel to look cheesy.

The human shadow you see is your photojournalist himself. The two tall shadows are the Hacienda chimneys. The Hacienda sits higher than the sex motel.

And the skinny shadow to the right is my WiFi antenna.

While up there, I snapped the photo below in the other direction. That’s how the area looked from the roof Friday morning. It was 42 degrees, blue skies and breezy.

vista

If you click on the bottom shot, click again to enlarge it, you’ll spot a V-formation of white egrets at the top left.