a weekend of sightings and some new mental terrain; of pelicans bomb-diving day in and out for the sardines in the near beach shallows; of watching the wind set an old windmill with a large stabilizer and with its slightly ( pleasantly ) creaking, driven water pump strung up like it would be on a derrick; and, then, watching that same windmill turn 180 at night ( and later looking at the likely wind pattern here http://www.windy.com); of realizing that a fight between Juan, an old fisherman who would take me around isla Coronado, and a young looking Spaniard about to join a group diving trip was about the ‘catch’, my thousand some pesos that could have gone not his way; and then, again, realizing just how much that money meant to him; and to end a strange weekend with a hearing of ‘yesterday’ by la Lupe on ‘the king and I’ released within two years of the original release of the song ( the song must have caught on fire worldwide; and my father, who still sings it, was thirteen when it was released )