We awoke yesterday to be greeted by balmy, warm air and a sky full of pillows...take a look...
It looked like the best spring day as Rox began her walk on the beach...
And...we concluded with a "knock you socks off" sunset ...
In between sunrise and sunset, I took off down to La Libertad (the can-do city next to the tourist-beach city of Salinas).
Here at the Coast, the warm, sea air does amazing good for people who suffer from arthritis, lung congestion, allergies, and plain flaky skin. It does also have a few minuses...like coating salt on everything that is exposed. Salt does its best to corrode any metal it touches.
This salt air is especially damaging to our car, which does not have a garage--just a car cover. Today, I was on my way to get new horns, as my three year old ones had gradually quit. You must have a horn for defensive driving in Ecuador.
I go to a little wiring shop that sells all manner of lights, mirrors, and parts for autos. The owner takes a few minutes to hot wire my old horns, after removing the front grill. He determines that the horns are toast, and we go into the shop to listen to various horns. I especially don't want the little "road-runner beep-beep" horns. After getting half deaf hearing samples, we settle on those that sound like a fifties Buick Roadmaster.
Now I am parked out in the main road of La Libertad--the same road as you take to the Salinas beaches--so it is pretty busy as he makes the switch. Luckily, there is a huge bus sitting just behind us that blocks a lot of the dangerous approaching traffic.
He gets the horns installed and wired up, but then we find that only one will fire up when I mash the horn button. So, he takes all the wire leads, cuts them off, and adds new connectors--now we have lots of noise!!!
I had been having trouble with a calcium build up in our window washer nozzles, so I asked him to clean these out also. This involved me hitting the washer button while he jammed a needle into the clogged nozzles.
During this whole time, I had been talking to a couple of nice police sergeants. They looked spiffy in their uniforms, but didn't seem to be in any hurry, so we talked about where I was from, where I lived now, and how much I liked Ecuador. Two of them even helped block the water from the clean nozzle side, so that we could get more pressure on the still clogged side.
Pretty soon I was surrounded by nice, police sergeants--like maybe 20! They were all three-stripers, and had just finished eating in the next door restaurant, and that huge bus behind us was theirs. Turns out they were on their way to an NCO Academy of some kind. Big smiles all around as they boarded their bus and took off...
I also got new washer liquid for the reservoir.
Oh...and the cost for the new horns, installation, the repair of the washer nozzles, and the new special washer liquid--TWENTY SIX BUCKS!!!
So when you hear a car honk at you that brings back memories of the old Buick Roadmaster, turn around and wave, 'cause it's us!!!