We rarely see motorcycles in Mexico. In our month here so far we can count on one hand real motorcycles we have seen. We see scooters and small motorcycles, but things like Harleys are rare. So imagine our surprise coming home from dinner last night at a small hotel near our place we saw at least 100 bikers… a huge party…band playing super loud. We did an u-turn and drove through the parking lot of the hotel. Got some smiles and waves at us in Stubby, but I didn’t see anyone laughing. Or maybe could not hear them laughing over the band. We found out this morning there is a large biker rally once a year here. They come from all over the state of Sonora. It looked like a really good time by all.
Last year I could not find any Parmesan cheese anywhere so this year bought a bunch and keep it frozen. But guess what I see in every store this year. Parmesan cheese! Go figure.
Yesterday Garry brought in a new container of coffee from our motorhome. I used the old one for cleaning out the food going bad in the fridge. Imagine my dismay when I opened it this morning and found out I had thrown away the new coffee and kept the one full of garbage. Rats!!!