On July 4th, my teenaged girls held little American flags and waved them around for the first time in their lives. Born here in Mexico, they´ve been to the States several times and think it´s "cool", mostly because my dad makes an after-dinner run to the ice cream shop routine when we visit.
July has been a woefully tourist-light month. July is usually our biggest month but apparently all the Texans are afraid of driving south. You might see me selling sno-cones on the street soon. Or micheladas-to-your-door! Naked messenger service! Lack of business does inspire one to think creatively.
There are SOME Americans in town. They probably flew. We like Americans-In-Town because they like massage, and they like OUR massages and services and prices. But not a single one of them walked through our door today and now I think it is because we are spooked. I did a 90-minute massage in the spa on Sunday and interrupted my work once when I saw my husband standing behind the screen. But when I went around, there was nobody there. Yesterday, Carlos saw a girl in a jeans jacket in the same room were I saw "him". He went in to see what she wanted but there wasn´t anyone there. Psychic Carla, our 15-year old, is going to check out the situation this afternoon when she returns from her job riding horses.
I don´t mind ghosts. I just don´t want them chasing business away.