Chacala Andy
I am sure there is some disappointment that I have not been updating the web-site but we are still waiting for the WiFi to get up and running throughout the whole park. The wires have now been strung and the repeaters have been positioned on the various levels of the Park. I can get a fairly strong signal but apparently there are things to finish up because I can not connect. I have looked for the guy who is doing the work as has everyone else and he seems no where to be found. Bummer. Until it is up and running it is difficult to sit outside at the office even though one can access the web that way, cause you can’t get anything done. Many are on line and or mingling and you can’t concentrate as everyone is talking or asking questions. I will wait and then bombard you with many updates.
We have been taking exploratory trips in the jeep almost daily and have had some neat experiences.
One of our first trips was to Chacala. A small sea side village, mostly inhabited by and frequented by native Mexicans. There is however an American lady who came to Chacala some five years ago, decided she liked the people and location, settled in, and has been living there. She writes an almost daily blog and I have been reading her off and on for about 3 years now. She also has always done a great job with adding local pictures to her blog. She is a bit private about talking about herself and one never sees a photo that she would be in, also over the three years I have been reading her, the best I could come up with was her name was probably Ann. She appears to be living on a very meager SS check, but then her needs are kept quite basic. I have had other observations about her and was anxious to see if I could find her.
While having a fantastic meal at one of the beach side restaurants I tried with my very broken Spanish to ask if anyone knew of her. No one did. On walking back to the car there was a few 5th wheels parked along the beach with Canadian plates and some of the people were sitting in the shade under the coconut trees. After visiting a bit and finding out they had been coming here for several years I asked if they knew of an American lady who lived in or around the area. “You mean Andy”, one of them said.
It appears that she is around throughout the day and can be found hanging out in various places. The gentleman who knew of her offered to help me find her and even to take me to where she lived if I would like. I declined, for the moment, but promised to take him up on his offer later on. After all we are to be in the area for a good deal of time.
