Awwww San Jacinto

I really do love San Jacinto, while house sitting there for the past two weeks, I realize how many people I know, and care about and why shouldn't I? Afterall I lived there for three years. I was able to see fishermen and kids, my friendly tienda ladies, my old neighbors, and even had several people I didnt recognize stop me and ask where I had gone. (They say "I lost you" "where did you go?")

I was commissioned by Cynthia, my friend and owner of this house to paint a mural on the garage wall. She had had some graffiti there once, and thought a mural would stop it from happening again. I had some ideas, and just could not make up my mind, so I asked Cynthia to choose. This was what she chose.

Here was the wall I had to use as my canvas

Getting started...

At this point I wanted to paint over and start fresh, I was NOT feeling it, but I pressed on, knowing that often I am not pleased until more layers happen. Fishermen walked by and said "Is it a fish or a whale?" And I would say " yep, more or less"...

I chose something that I wouldnt ordinarily do, because I had so much time at the house. But I neglected to remember that painting on a wall, in the sun and wind...well, isnt something one wants to do for eight hours straight...so I would start getting sloppy and stop for the day. Or go in when the marine layer and morning clouds wore off, but as the two weeks were coming to an end...I had to feverishly start painting the ever so time consuming "fiddly bits".

Did not quite get finished, but the only thing left I am going to do, is paint a border around the rectangle patchwork. That should be easy, and I can walk down at low tide one of these days to do it. That was more work than I anticipated, but everyone who has seen it loves the color and vibe it brings.

Perry and I returned home on Monday morning, to find fleas had multiplied in the closed up house, yuck! They were so bad upstairs I had to throw a mattress over the balcony, so I could sleep downstairs. I now have a Borax and salt mixture sprinkled everywhere to kill and dehydrate the eggs.

So, it is bittersweet, good to be home, but fondly remembering my time in my beloved San Jacinto. All the neighbors enjoyed hearing me tell them that I would return, my heart was in San Jacinto.

I was stopped by ecuadoreans today on my beach walk, wanting me to paint a mural at their restaurant, I said of course, but maybe next week...I need a break. So, stay tuned, the adventure continues!