Trip to the San Juan Batista

At 10:30 in the morning, we decided to go to San Juan Batista before the new car smell faded. When Grandma came back from the hall, we packed up the car with ourselves and puttered off to SJB (cool eh?). I tried sitting in the very back seat (since there’s three rows of seats, you call the 1st seat: front seat, the 2nd: back seat, the 3rd: very back seat OR back, back seat) since the windows reminded me of an airplane. The trip there was nice and smooth. I started to fall asleep but didn’t. I fall asleep quicker with the ‘76 truck ’cause the truck is very . . . bouncy and that helps me nod off. (as they say)

When we arrived at SJB, it was hungry time, also known as lunch. We went to Dona Eshter’s ’cause we went there many, many years ago for Grandmas birthday. Back then when we were there, we said that it was her birthday (which was true) and the staff came out singing happy birthday and Grandma said, “oh shut up!” When we suggested telling them about her birthday again (since it’s her birthday today), she declined with confidence. We wolfed down those fried chips pretty quickly (well, I did at least). I saw another basket of ‘em on a table but somebody quickly snatched them away before I could attempt it. We ordered the usual mexican food (not usual to that place ’cause we’ve only been there twice). Enchelada (spelled something like that), that thing that’s usually wrapped in a corn leaf/husk, tostada and such. All the ceiling fans were running but the fan right underneath us looked a little fast and a little off it’s rocker. Seriously! It was spinning faster than the others and wobbling unsteadily and I thought it was gonna come down and slice us into tortillia thin fleshelada (haha! . . ha?).

As we were eating, they had this Maharachi music playing but after a few minutes, I noticed they were playing the same song over and over again. It was like the thing was on Loop Mode! I kept hearing the same trumpet doing the same up and down break and the same ending and the same beginning and the same in-between! It was 3:20 long and we memorized it until now. Somehow I just forgot it (I can still remember the sound of the trumpet) but I’m sure it’ll come through in the middle of the night. After we finished our food, I thought for sure that once we stepped out the door, that fast ceiling fan would crash on our table and they would change the song.

We stopped at the 2/300 year old Mission for a little Siesta. There was a real nice lawn and I wanted to do a little sparring but Luke was enthralled with his animal book and I kinda had to go to the bathroom.

We stopped at Billy’s house to get some seeds that Sarah had. She had thousands of packages in the trash bag which she wasn’t using (the seeds that is. She could’ve used the trashbag somewhere else).

That was pretty much it. We came home and I started writing all this down. (now that’s called dedication to my loyal-ish readers! Why don’t you donate something to keep me writing so promptly?)