The Duenos-Landlord

Landlord’s dog....Paloma (little dove).   We call him Peanut (Cacajuate).


We told you when we chose the fourth place and moved into our house (room), we would be worming the dog. You need to see a “before” picture or you will never believe the “after”. Of course, you will need to wait some time for the after. This pup’s name is Paloma (meaning, Dove) and although he looks totally pathetic, he thinks he is something pretty big. He races out to the dusty road and puts up his biggest squeak until they disdainfully pass on by. Then, he trots back to his house with a cocky jaunt and twitch of his tail. There are three cats that live there and they are now being wormed as well. We’ll skip on worming the chickens and turkeys but we are thankful for them since they effectively keep the bug population down. We have the really big ones here, you know. There was a baby tarantula a the door the other night. Scorpions are more normal than rare. Roaches, monster beetles, mosquitos, you name it, they have it in Mexico! So, we appreciate the bird population around our place and the good care the landlord’s take of not allowing them on our doorsteps.



Landlord couple

We have the sweetest landlord couple. They are proud parents of twelve children, some of which visit from time to time. They are very helpful and resourceful. There is plenty to be learned from them. The uncle climbs to the roof every morning to check the amount of water then hooks up the portable pump to whichever tank (tinaco) that needs to be filled. The aunty makes yummy tamales and brings to all of us…that is five at the Anderson house and two at ours. The best tamales were corn and they were a bit sweetened. The outside shell is ground corn but they were also filled with corn. Hm! Good. We are introducing them to all the American sweeties we bake and sometime, it will be interesting to introduce them to Indian food. Now, that’s a thought for sure.

All her food is still made over an open fire. Recently, during our Halloween, they celebrated the Day of the Dead (good name, huh?). Aunty and a daughter or two baked an enormous amount of little bread loaves, some shaped like people or animals. They were all baked in the huge bee-hive , stone oven. Wonder how some pizzas would taste baked in it too?


We took their gas cylinder into town to be filled. That is why they weren’t using their little gas stove. Now, she is proud that John has worked the rust and crude off it and it is firing up nicely. Can you please fix our truck too, John? Grin Thankfully it just seems to need a recharge on the battery so it should be running soon. Some things are easy. Some are not.