the todos santos diaries, #6: buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
DISCUSSED: early dinners, hungry bugs, the nature of time
I had a decadent early dinner today, which included Mexican wine, a suckling pig, and fresh, local tuna caught on the beach nearby; I was sitting outside by myself reading Beloved, and the restaurant was just about empty, save for an older couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Everything was delicious.
Except: every time more food would arrive, a group of determined flies would too. I spent my wonderful meal swatting at them, feeling one after another land on my hands*, watching them circle my plate — I let them have the sourdough, which I was too full to eat anyway — and listening to their bzzzes come closer and closer. I watched one die, twitching, in some excellent tomatillo-based salsa.
None of this is particularly interesting, allegorically or otherwise, but I do want to emphasize that it didn’t ruin my meal. (It was, however, close.) If you eat outdoors, you can’t really complain about the flies. Even if the restaurant doesn’t offer indoor seating.
Buzz buzz,
Bijan