Saturday, March 21, 2015

The New Old Bull

 My Mexican sisters restaurant "El Torro Viejo" (the old bull) got torn apart from the hurricanes that came through before I got here and she was a little slower in rebuilding that the rest. The biggest setback was the stove that got destroyed and of course the palapa and bathrooms.....all destroyed.

poor Old Bull

The Fridge

Where the kitchen used to be

What a mess

All has been rebuilt, bigger and better. Bathrooms have tiled floor and walls, (I know....how fancy) but no roof so you can still see the sunset from the toilet, the stove is new and beautiful, new fire pit has been built, we have lots of shelves and a much bigger work space. We have a fridge, a stereo, we have a concrete floor (not sure I like this yet)  and the dishwashing station has been built to fit me, everyone else has to stand on a pop crate to use it, looks like I am expected to work here awhile yet.
What didn't change....the knife with the broken tip is still there, our plates still don't match, the forks are still bent, extension cords are still stung out everywhere, the view is still breath taking, the food still amazing, water still over flows in the pila once in a while, the people.....all the same, albeit a year older which is only noticeable on the 8 year old who just turned 9, and the cat looks a bit more mature. The dog had puppies again and is pregnant again, and the hammocks are still there. 

Lovely stove and shelving. Stove has a deep fryer which is where sister stores her shoes and purse and anything else of value. A real Mexican restaurant does not submerge when deep frying. My sister uses new oil for every order, so a deep fryer is not practical. This is why her fish and shrimp are better than anywhere else....my opinion


New shower

The old sink survived the storm

Love  the big long prep table



Triple BBQ and a double pila, sister is standing on a crate

the new double pila, one side is for cleaning fish, how awesome is that. However, I do see a problem, the drain holes are very small, and there isn't mush slope.....oh well. 

And of course I am still the beach inspector......my hammock. 

Friday, March 20, 2015

Namaste

I have walked barefoot on the Island all winter, morning, afternoon and at night. Here is what I have learned

- I like it. A lot.

-It feels good and that makes me happy

-I feel centred and balanced, way less stumbling and tripping on stuff. By nature I am a clumsy being but being barefoot makes you more aware of what is on the ground.

-I am more aware of my surroundings, I walk slower, so it feels like my eyes have been opened wider.

- Though you tend to walk slower you do feel quicker on your feet, almost bouncy and your feet just want to dance (gasp).

-Your foot feels danger before you actually put all your weight down on it thus preventing you from cutting or scraping your foot on anything. I haven't had one injury.

-The sensors on the bottom of your foot have better memory that your brain, so your foot remembers the "lay of the land" also preventing injury and keep you from stepping into a pot hole or from forgetting about that little drop.  

- It's easier to wash your foot than your shoes or flip flops, you can wash and dry and be on the road again in 2 minutes or less.

-You notice the different textures and how it feels on the bottom of your foot. Sometimes I am just walking along and all of a sudden I will  think "ohhh I like how this place feels".

- You notice the temperature of the ground, while the sand had gotten hot at times this winter it has never been unbearable. You notice when you are stepping on shaded areas and then back to warm areas, you do become more mindful of all your surroundings and the temperature.

-I have not once stepped in gum or dog shit or horse shit or anything unpleasant.

- It feels so gooood to wash your feet, it`s almost ceremonial, even if you wash your feel 5 times a day, it feels amazing every time. 

-Did I mention it feels good.








When I go to Mazatlan I do wear flip flops (reluctantly) I went to Mazatlan one evening with a friend and he as barefoot but I was wearing flip flops. At one point that sidewalk was made up of a different brick, one that is a little less common, little square ones with a different texture and just as I was thinking "I wish I was barefoot, I bet this would feel good" he says "ohhh you would like this, this feels good". I was annoyed at myself that I felt I couldn't go barefoot in the city and a bit jealous of him, he's been doing it longer than me, I'll get there yet. It's a mind and head thing...nothing more. It's hard to wash your brain again after it's been washed by society. Society has very strong soap.


The downside of all this, it will really hurt when I have to put my shoes on in the other country. It will be cold when I first get there so barefoot isn't even an option, going to work barefoot is not an option either, going into a store or restaurant barefoot there is not an option either. 

Here is what MindBodyGreen has to say about going barefoot, full article here 
http://www.mindbodygreen.com/0-17779/the-importance-of-going-barefoot-how-to-reclaim-your-feet.html

How often do you take your shoes off just to feel the grass between your toes, walk around the house barefoot because you can? My guess is probably not often enough ... 
Your feet are incredibly important and were designed to be mobile, otherwise you wouldn't have 26 bones in such a small body part. But feet that sit in shoes all day long (particularly high heels, steel-capped boots or any heavy, high-ankle or thick-soled shoe) are not happy feet. They need to breathe and have the freedom of movement.
Because of the amount of nerve endings found in the feet (more per square centimeter than any other part of the body) , they're your gateway to proprioception or, the awareness of where your body is in space. So imagine if your feet were stuck in thick-soled, flat shoes all day, not knowing if there was a need to alter your movement due to uneven ground, inclines, declines or changes in temperature. These are all important messages that should be received through your feet, but when they're constricted within shoes, the brain doesn't receive the feedback.
Furthermore, issues with and stiffness in your feet can eventually affect muscles and joints higher up in the kinetic chain, like ankles, knees, hips and spine. Paying attention to and exercising your feet can change pain experiences in other areas of your body ... never underestimate the importance of happy, healthy feet! Here are three things you can do to reclaim your feet.
And then there is all these.......



I believe........

Thursday, March 12, 2015

We don't always party but when we do.....

We party like millionaires. 
It took the whole village.....but we had a party. A 9 year birthday party. 



The crust got cut off of 5 bags of bread for the ever present "pastel de atun" a Mexican party favorite (for me not so much)


A pinata got stuffed and hung.....actually 2 pinatas

A meter mong cake got brought across the water ferry, along with all the expected decorations 

one of the three pastel de atun platers

Can't have a party without jello cups

The party girl waiting for the guest, she was told "don't get dirty". Grandma made the party dress

Centre pieces were made the night before by the big sister. I saw some guests walk home with them too. 

A portable blue tooth speaker got borrowed, must have music WHAT?! I SAID "MUST HAVE MUSIC". 

A car pulled up with a trunk full of pots of corn

A truck came and unloaded the jump-o-leen  (this year we didn't blow the breaker"

Another pinata  and more balloons


Musical chairs off course WHAT!? I SAID MUSICAL CHAIRS.

And then, because it wasn't loud enough a Mexican boy band showed up

and then....it happened. STOP THE MUSIC! EVERYONE STOP.  A girl dropped her sucker, it's always fun until someone losses their sucker in the sand. We found it. 

A good old fashion race.....


grandpa and grandma manned the taco stand


I was in the kitchen all day, which is how I like to be at a party, I like to have a purpose. Once the serving was done I slowly mingled my way to the outer edges and slowly slipped away into the dark beach. This is how I usually exit a party. Even in the other land. It was a good night.

Oh Mexico, how I love thee

- I love the sudden burst of loud music drifting out of homes as I walk by or from car windows as they pass me
- I Love sudden bursts of smells as I walk by places, the market, the coffee factory, the fish factory, taco stands, fruit stands, fish market, the malecon, the bakery, that places where the horses stand, that lady in her backyard doing laundry, you name it, the whole country smells of Mexico.
- I love how you think you have your day planned and you end up doing something totally different....and it's ok.
- I love how the Mexicans love their food, I really really love how they love their food.
- I love how the big burly fisherman is so secure with his machoism that he can pack his lunch in a pink Hello Kitty backpack and a purple little mermaid thermos and go to work.
- I love how I can buy fresh cheese in front of my house from a guy on a motorbike.
- I love how I can close my eyes and never forget that I am in Mexico because I can smell and hear pure Mexico, even when she tries to be quiet. Plus you can feel Mexico in your bones.
- I love how the music is always romantic (except  when it's not) .
- I love how I can go barefoot everywhere on this Island.
- I love how the Mexican know how to relax in a hammock after work.....truly relax.
- I love how Mazatlan glows so sweetly and softly at night, you can almost feel the glow in your bones, it's softens you.  (I realize that this sounds crazy)
- The cake, oh how I love the cake, most of all I love how I have to go to the mainland for cake.
- I love the Spanish book store, I love how they still read "literature" as opposed to trash novels, and I can't wait until I can read Spanish literature, I can't wait.....I dream of this day (well I daydream about it anyway)
- I love how food is so easy and accessible, on almost every street corner you can pick up a quick snack or a full meal.
- I love how the little kids call their fathers "Papi".
- I Love how they love to dance.  
- I love how you can ride around on the back of a pickup truck, on mattresses or on chairs, on top of palms, or top of a pile of zucchini, with dogs and kids and grandmas.
- I love how my banana leaves look in the moonlight and how the moon shines through my mango tree.
- I Love the soft sound of the surf from my bed.
- I Love how I can hear my roommates motorbike from across the Island. I also love how excited he is when he hears me using Spanish that he taught me.
- I Love how my curtains bellow out from the breeze (I've talked about this before).
- I love how at least once a day I have to chase a bee out of my house.
- I love how the receptionist at the x-ray lab still uses a typewriter, and not an electric one.
- I Love how my doctor doesn't keep a file on me, that is my responsibility. 
- I Love that carrying a step ladder on a motorbike is no big deal.
- I love that they love romance so much

- I love how I smell when I have been in the sea all day. 

My neighbor dries fish on the power line above his house  ....and I love that.

when something is in your way you just cement around it.....love that

fresh cheese

carrot cake, here in Mexico you can have your cake and eat it too.....the whole thing. It's cake for single people.

The Mexican cutting board.....love it

A whole bunch of different plants have married and become one

The glow

cotton clouds


What's not to love


Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Why don't we play anymore?

Almost every evening just after it gets dark there are a bunch of kids that play hide and seek on my street. They hide behind garbage cans, trees, plants, cars, telephone poles, behind fences, on top of fences, or cars. I hear scampering  and scurrying and loud whispering all evening. Sometimes when I am walking a kid will happen to jump out of his hiding place and startle me. They just pop of nowhere sometimes. You are not supposed to scream when this happens because it alerts the person that is searching. If you see a kid hanging out behind a garbage can you are not supposed to say "hola Ricado how are you?",  you just smile and wink and walk by. Sometimes they have a designated safe place that they try to run to without getting tagged, this causes more running and even shrieking...mucho excitement. I love all these sounds, the scurrying, running, shrieking, and loud whispering, they are the sounds of a simple and fun life happening all around me, they are sounds of my childhood. This is how I grew up, running around outside until I was called in at night. At 8 pm almost on the dot all the kids go home and you can hear the leaves rustle and the crickets, and of course the surf. 

 A few days ago a friend  and I went to the far point (Los Chivos) to swim and eat pizza, we were entertained by a group of about 6 kids from the ages 3-8 (guessing) playing in the water all afternoon (it was a Saturday). These kids played without an adult hanging over them all afternoon. They had a boogie board and a paddle board and fell off them in every way possible I think, head first, nose dive, butt first, they ran into each other, knocked each other over (accidently). There was a boat docked so they climbed into it and fell off of it every which way possible too. We saw a 3 year take a very impressive nose dive off a boogie board in very shallow water, his nose must have been packed with sand, he shook it off and didn't even squawk not even a bit. Not one kid cried, no one ran to tell mom anything, no one was hungry or had to pee, no one hurt themselves, they didn't fight over the boogie board, not one mom had to yell at them once or remind them to be "good" or to share or to take turns or to yell "stop that", or "do that once more and we are going home". Nope. There were no hovering and yelling moms.

At the same time we watch a father play in the water with his 2 daughter, they had no toys, but they were just playing in the water, chasing each other, racing, shrieking and laughing, making us laugh. Then they discovered the paddle board and had fun falling off of it as well. You could tell the father was really having a good time, he wasn't pretending, he wasn't playing with his kids because his wife told him too or because they begged him too, you could tell he was really into it, his laughter was genuine, he was running and playing with heart and with pure joy, and you could tell they were used to playing with him, this was not a special occasion. They weren't clinging to him with fear that if they let him go he would go back to the table and check his phone messages and the fun would be over.

Today I was at Los Chivos again ( I like it there) 3 little kids entertained me on the trampoline, yes there is a big trampoline beside the ocean. They jumped on that trampoline for 3 hours, non stop. They played all kinds of silly games, I heard them make their rules up as they played, and change the rules as they played as well. Again, they jumped into each other every way possible and fell every way possible, and again not once did someone cry or whine and not once did an adult intervene. I didn't even see their parents. 

Last night as I came home from the beach my neighbors were in the middle of a very exciting baseball game in their yard. The 6 year old was batting and the mom was pitching and the dad was standing on the street in case the kid hit it over the fence and onto the street, which he did many times (their yard is small) in fact it is so small that any Canadian dad would have never tried to play baseball in a space this small. They were so fun to watch, they were laughing and their commentary to his batting was so fun, every time the ball went over the fence they were cheering and clapping, the kid was jumping up and down laughing at his parents being silly and chasing the ball. I laid in my hammock listening to them for an hour, almost made me tear up. (i know...I'm sappy sometimes) 
Again, they were not pausing and checking their cell phones, or their watches for the time to see if they had spent enough "quality time" with their son, nope, this was real, just parents playing with their son because they like to play and have fun too.

Quite often I see North American families here on vacation, most of the time you see the adults sitting in the restaurant under an umbrella sipping beer and the kids sitting in the sand close to the table, sometimes they  play in the water on the edge but it all seems very awkward and a bit stressed, no one really knows how to behave, how to relax, how to have fun. Everything has to be just right, the right clothes, swim suits, life jackets even, sunscreen, hats, umbrellas, towels, bathrooms, and of course they will needs toys of some kind (what else do you play with?). So they sit in the sand and dip their toes in the water not really knowing what to do and usually end up just annoying their parents. The parents just want to relax (they are on vacation after all) the loud Mexican music annoys them, the kids are annoying them, the internet connection on their Iphones is intermittent and that annoys them too, the bathrooms are dirty, the table is wobbly and the bees keep trying to get into the coke bottles, the waiter has limited English and the food doesn't come fast enough, the sun keeps moving  and the umbrella is never in the right place and when it's time to leave the kids have gotten themselves dirty and maybe even wet...now what!? When asked back home "how was your holiday?" they say things like "nice, but it was tiring", or I've also heard "I need time to recover from the stress of going on vacation"...have you  heard that? I may even have said that years ago myself. I used to not know how to vacation either. They should give classes, and have Mexicans teach it.

The other day there were a lot of Mexican tourist on the beach that have come from inland Mexico, it must have been a Mexican holiday. What a different scene that was. I saw kids, parents, grandparents in the water, some with swim suits but the majority were in there with their clothes on, I saw little kids digging holes in the sand  and filling them with water and making sand mud and lying in it, I saw them covering mom or dad with sand mud, burying their parents in the sand, whole families playing soccer, parents building sand castles with the kids, the music was loud which resulting in some spontaneous dancing.


We have lost this in our country. We no longer like to play and have fun, good clean, silly fun. Simple fun for no reason other than just to have fun. Adults don't do it anymore and kids don't do it anymore. Kids need to have trophies and prizes as motivation to get moving. There has to be adults with clip boards and rules supervising and organizing. Plus we are too busy. Could an adult even play with their kids for 3 hours without checking their cell phone these days?

 Oh...those parents with the boy playing baseball, they had a set of 3 month old twins sleeping in the house, don't tell me they aren't busy too. 

This is a beautiful shot of Los Chivos that I scooped from the internet, no idea who to give credit, its clearly taken from the air. You can see how there is a perfect little shelter from the waves, perfect for a beginner swimmer and for kids to play in the water. 


Yes, she runs, she is a beauty, pure genius. I happen to know this young man that built this, he is a mechanical genius, he built a working washing machine out of a plastic cup and the motor from a  remote control car for his sister's barbie dolls when he was 8, and it worked.  
 
This is an amazing shot that a friend of mine snapped on a beach a little further south of here. I am always shy of snapping pictures of other people's kids but I think I would have caved and snapped this one too. A true picture of what happens on a real beach when it is full of nationals vacationing. I have seen parents clean and pack their kids up in so many interesting scenarios but this is priceless. There is so much happening in this one shot. You could write a whole story, maybe even a book on this one picture. One thing you know for sure, these kids had a great day at the beach, they played their heart out and will fall asleep on the way home and get carried into the house.