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Monday, April 26, 2010

October 22, 1966 Manzanillo, Colima, Mexico

Dear Family,

We are camped in a little Trailer Court on the beach. As we sat watching the sun drop into the Ocean last night, we thought; “Just a little way across that water are our loved ones in Hawaii”.

We were unsuccessful in getting an apartment in Guadalajara, so we decided to look Manzanillo over for a few days then go back there to spend the rest of our time. Our insurance, (which is the most costly thing about this trip) runs out on the 5th of November so we, con favor de Dios, will be in the States by then. The thing Mother has disliked about this trip is not hearing from any of you. I am sending these letters Air Mail and if you write immediately and send your letters Air Mail to the Yuca Trailer Park, Apartado Postal 1320, Guadalajara Jalisco Mexico, we will get it before we take off north. We intend to go back by way of Chihuahua because it is shorter.

Manzanillo is on a beautiful bay, but the town does not show as much. We are camped out of town about the center of the bay on a beautiful beach. We went to the market yesterday, spent 20.00P, ($1.60) and came back with a whole basket of food as well as a cantara, (water bottle for those of you who don’t remember). This included the basket.

We are early for the tourist season here. Most of the Gringos come about the middle of November. We can understand why this is. When the wind drops we have many flying visators- the biting type. Last night we left something open and our tent was full. Mother turned on the lights at midnight and had a slaughtering Bee with the fly swatter.

The road from Guadalajara to Manzanillo, the way we came, is quite rugged. It is a good road but with many ups and downs. It has been raining a lot in the mountains in fact it rained hard in Guadalajara for two days before we left. The mountain Folk are trying to harvest their corn, which seems to be a bumper crop, but if the unseasonable rains do not let up they are apt to lose it. We stopped in a good sized town coming down called Autlan and had lunch in a little place off the Plaza. We ate the “Comida Corrida”. This the first time we have eaten in a truly Mexican manner. –Mother just came from a walk on the beach, dumped a handful of shells on the table and sang “Pretty Shells---.

We had lunch in the fanciest place in Guadalajara one day, it is called “The Copa De Leche”. There were so many courses that we were stuffed. Of course this place caters to Americans and the better class Mexicans as the price indicated. Our Lunch cost P50.00, almost five dollars. I, for one, enjoyed the comido corredo more and it cost 15.00P.

We have heard there is a new branch of our church in this town and will try to find it, although this town, perched, as it is, on a mountain side, is a mess and I am afraid it will be hard to find.

Most of the Apartments we looked at in Guadalajara were quite expensive we did not feel that we could afford to rent one and maintain the one in Tucson also. Mother had determined that we will come back after Christmas. We will give up our Tucson place and just come here to live- going back every six months.

Bueno, Queridos Mios, Our thoughts and our prayers are with you daily.

Vaya Con Dios,

DAD

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