Comfort in the Lack of Changes

There always seems to be a process and routine when we arrive. We get off the ADO bus from the trip in from Cancun, and as we head to our hood we look around and comment on what has changed and what has stayed the same. It always stays pretty much the same, and we comment that it makes us immediately feel comfortable. 
We were, however, a little disappointed to walk to the house and see that Carlos and crew still had not received the dinero from our neighbor so that they could paint the dingy red, peelling paint house next door. Painting the house was something he wanted to do almost 2 years ago and of course, we wanted it painted as well. Oh well, there is always
mañana.
We were pleased to see that Casa Kahanek had very few spots of peeling paint caused by the rainy season and humidity. And the bright orange patio was still a bright orange patio. Harbor's tiny little blue handprints on the patio wall is a lasting memory of his early summer visit.
Y. had gotten Mari to clean the house and it was immaculate. I hauled a new set of sheets down here with us since linens are one item that is expensive down here. But, when I pulled back the quilt on our bed, I saw that I had brought sheets last visit. Oh well! Now I have two sets of brand new sheets for a doble bed.  
We made popcorn and drinks, sans ice, and headed to the mirador. That was the best we could do upon our arrival. Lights were out early around here.
This  morning we woke up early and stepped outside on our way to the grocery store. Remember the statement about painting the house mañana?!!! It is now painted a beautiful purplish blue. What the heck? When did they do that. They did it early in la
mañana! Still a little work to do after the albañil's work is dry and it can be painted...
mañana. 

The House Next Door

We have been here less than 24 hours and we know our tienda amigo is still around because he rode by on his bicycle and hollered at us. We have already met up with Carlos and chatted with him. We saw all the same older workers that sack groceries for tips at the grocery store. We've seen the older gentleman inside his door where he always sits and reads his newspaper. We saw the courtesy car guy at San Sebastian Park. We saw Julio's antique shop has been painted and was open this morning. We have seen some, but not all, of the city workers in the office next door, and the hawker at the Cancun airport that said he wasn't even going to try and get us a shuttle to the resort hotels because he said he remembered us and he knew we didn't go there. Hmmmm?! 
I don't know that I am getting that warm, comfortable feeling from that last one! 

Back at Casa Kahanek...Car belongs to city worker/not ours