Thar She Blows!

Whales do come by here but, as far as I know, not close enough for us to spot from our terrace. Still, just about every morning, thar she blows. "She" has a gas-powered leaf blower and works her way down the Paseo noisily blowing the sand and debris into neat piles that she then (quietly, thank you) sweeps up and hauls away.

YES, THAR SHE BLOWS.
THE PECULIAR BOAT ALSO MAKES A REGULAR SWEEP.  FOR FLOTSAM AND JETSAM?

I talk often about what bliss it is to wake up to the sounds of the sea; well, some mornings, we wake up to this. At least the streets are always clean, but at times Our Lady of the Leaf Blower really works San Geraldo's last nerve. (One point in her favor: She knows all the locals and is always warm and friendly.) I've included a 30-second video to help you appreciate this idyllic morning in Los Boliches. (If you click on many of the photos, they'll blow you away.)

DOGS SEEM TO LIKE IT LESS THAN WE DO (WHICH JUST ADDS TO THE BLISS).

ANOTHER DAILY ACTIVITY: CHAISE CUSHIONS COME BACK OUT.

PEDAL FAST.  SHE STOPS FOR NO MAN...

... OR WOMAN.

ONE OF MY PET PEEVES: WALKING ON THE BICYCLE PATH.  THEY DESERVE WHAT THEY GET.

'THIS TOWN AIN'T BIG ENOUGH FOR THE THREE OF US, PARDNERS."

THE FASTEST "GUN" IN THE WEST?