Patt with Two T's

 Today we caught the bus the short ride to see the lake and walk the malecon by Lake Chapala. It's 70 miles long and 7 miles wide (no, duh, we didn't walk the length). We've been warned not to eat anything from there, although the locals can, and not to swim in it either. But it is beautiful to see.  I've been noticing that every restaurant we've been to has lovely artwork on the walls. Some are for sale, but much is property of the restaurants. The streets too have murals everywhere, and I couldn't resist taking photos of a few on our walk.    We read about Tabarka, a Spanish tapas place that had been in our hotel neighborhood and moved 3 weeks ago. We tried to find it last night, but it was gone, so happily got there for lunch today. We met an x-pat from San Francisco who frequents Tabarka who's lived in Ajijic for 5 years. We also met their resident chicken who came with the location for the restaurant. She visits tables and begs food, so Davide, the ow

 I hate cobblestone streets. I've always hated them...the first time in the 80's watching Parisian women in high heels walk naturally across them as I gingerly made my way in my sensible shoes. I've never understood how to maneuver them gracefully.  That being said...  Here we are in Ajijic, Mexico for the first of 3 trips in the next year for Matthew's extensive (and far less expensive) dental work. The town is supposed to be charming, though we got in around 6 pm yesterday so couldn't see much. We walked to the closest restaurant the hotel told us about for dinner around 7:30, and what I noticed were the cobblestone streets and broken sidewalks that ended abruptly. It's Mexico...it's always like this, especially when we first arrive. It takes a little getting used to--the streets often look like crap, but once inside the walls of La Mision   a beautiful decor greeted us....tables surrounding a dropped stage area where 2 men played stringed instrume