With Aimee now comprehensively bandaged, we could set about life in our new casita. We had grown accustomed to the thought of settling down for a few weeks or so, and we had plenty of catching up to do with our Youtube channel and blogs. Lee especially in the blog department. I also wanted to spend some more time learning Spanish.
Our little compound was pretty good. From the upstairs balcony where our friends were staying was a view of the ocean through the palm trees. The roof pictured here in the bottom corner is the roof of our own casita.
Ruby is parked up in the middle of these buildings next to Bruno, which is great for security and also nice and easy when we need to move things back and forth as all our stuff is in the camper.
The compound also comes with its own cats, called Stinky and Meowy. Ridiculous. We have renamed them, sticking with our theme of singers with the names Joe (Joan Jett) and Lizzie (Lzzy Hale). They took quite quickly to the idea of sleeping in the front of the camper, much to Aimee’s disgust. Unfortunately in her current state she wasn’t really in much of a position to argue.
Days pass surprisingly quickly here, and soon enough we take off Aimee’s bandage and get a proper look at her foot again. Now more like normal foot size, and looking relatively normal. This is a relief as the vet had warned us that it was possible that the skin could break if the swelling got any worse. Luckily, the pills we have to give her every morning seem to have done the trick and it looks like it’s healing nicely.
While it was no doubt a relief for her to have the bulky bandage off, it now meant that she had to wear a cone. Like any animal, her first instinct was to lick at her stitches, and not wanting another emergency vet visit, we put her in the cone of shame. This made her quite grumpy, but she still attempted to climb tree and carry on her normal Aimee lifestyle. Needless to say, cone wearing is not conducive to tree climbing and we had to rescue her on several occasions.
I was amazed that after having her surgery less than a week ago she was happy to hurl herself up tree trunks. The vet had said that the plate would hold everything together, but we thought she would have still been in more pain. She seemed to be recovering remarkably quickly now, an upside I guess of being so young. We couldn’t wait until we could let her properly free from the cone, but that would have to wait another week until her stitches were out.
In the meantime, we made the most of having access to those kind of conveniences that most people consider and everyday part of life. We had hot showers, and enjoyed having access to a bigger kitchen. The kitchen at the casita was basic, featuring a twin gas stove that runs off a bottle in the corner for it’s entire cooking setup. I was happy that I could now plug in our Remoska and use it easily. Over the next few weeks I made many a loaf of bread. A sink is also featured with an indefinite supply of running water, no more washing up with a spray bottle! There is a big enough fridge, and a few shelves on which to store things.
We quickly learnt that any food needed to kept in boxes, away from the residential cats. There is also quite a few sizeable spiders and cockroaches, it being an outdoor kitchen.
The cats are an odd one. When we first arrived at the property, Angie the daughter of the owner introduced them to us affectionately. They clearly live here and are their cats. What’s weird about this is the complete lack of care that is given to them. No food or water is provided, I believe they drink out of the toilet when they want to and catch birds in the nearby trees. While they are obviously surviving, it seems odd to me to have an animal which you call a pet and the completely ignore. This is more the Mexican way, and the cats probably have it better than the dog that we spotted her. The dog is also a ‘pet’ I believe, but since we have lived here it appears to have initially been shut out of the gates and has now disappeared. No one is bothered.
Our week is broken up with regular visits to the Todos Santos Brewery. The weather here is undeniably brilliant. Not unbearably hot, but clear blue sunny skies with a gentle sea breeze, grace us on a daily basis. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between 12-2pm, the brewery opens it’s doors and offers a ‘beer to go’ service. It’s a pretty enough walk through town to get there, and it helps break up the day with something to do that doesn’t involve sitting in front of a screen.
A once bustling town, is now much quieter. Despite the fact that the majority of locals seem indifferent to the quarantine measures, only the odd car drives down the streets. Not many people seem to be about either, although the ones that are don’t seem to be bothering with the hole face mask thing.
Nearly a week has rolled by already and so far we have made a start in achieving our quarantine goals. Our Youtube video is under way, and I’ve made a bit of progress catching up on my blog. To break up the screen time I go and sit on the balcony of the other smaller casita and sunbath while listening to my Spanish cd. It’s also up here where I have my ball of string and have spent some time learning some basic Macrame. So far I have made some little plant holders, which will be highly impractical in the campervan!
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