The first thing I notice is the airport in Mazatlan has
received some renovations, a little updating. Nice. My Mexican brother picks me
up, he has a "new" truck, now he has 2, one on each side of the
docks. He says if I ever need anything from the mainland to let him know, he
can get it with his truck, I imagine a stove with an oven in my little
kitchen....maybe. He drives the long way to get to the dock, he asks if I am hungry,
"Is the Pope Catholic?" I say.
We stop at a road side taco stand, oh my. It's a good thing we don't have tacos
at home, I'd be as big as a house. Nothing like the smell of carne asada on the
side of the road.
We chat all the way in, about what's new on the Island, not
a lot, that's how I like it. He drops me off at the dock , he has some other
business in town. The ferry fare has gone up from 6 pesos to 8, or was it like
that last year already, I can't remember. Tourists pay 30 for a return.
My back yard looks amazing, green and thick, but the bricks on the ground have green mold
on them from all the rains they had. The need pressure washing, my screens have
fallen out of the windows, I could silicone them in but I like being able to
take them out to wash them. Everything inside my house is covered in 1/4 inch of
dust, everything, and it smells moldy....yuck. I take the plastic cover off my
bed and locate the bag with my sheets, they smell horrible but will have to do
for today. I find my hotplate and wash a tin cup for coffee in the morning. I
inspect for mice and rats, don't find
any, and no poop, just loads of gecko poop and 2 dead cockroaches.....not bad.
I head to the nearest store for dish soup, bleach, toilet
paper, cream, coffee, some yogurt, and laundry soap. That should do me for the
morning. Not sure when sunset is, its 4 now, I should head to the beach, I am
so excited to see the sunset over the ocean. I don't see many sunsets in
Canada, I am so far north that for half the summer the sun doesn't set, then
during the other half I am in bed before it sets, I rarely miss a sunrise but
miss the sunsets. I take the long way to the beach, I am not ready to have long
welcome home conversations with all my neighbors along the way.
The sight of the familiar beach is always such a
"ahhhh" moment, I can almost feel my shoulders releasing. "I'm
here, I'm finally here", it's beautiful. I stay late and get some amazing shots. How any sunset shots
can one have? Many.
WHen I get home from the beach I see the neighbors setting
up for a party, just great. The music starts at about 6 pm, by 7 I am ready for
bed, I am still jet lagged. So very very jet lagged, I hear nothing all night,
not the music, not the dogs barking, not the roosters, I hear nothing until 6
am, best sleep I have had in a month. I am home.....and I have an unexpected
roommate.
This is how it goes here, plans and deals that you make keep
changing. He's young, he has a motorbike and a Volkswagen (bowtcho) and a
BMW. Stay tuned.
1 comment:
One never ever gets tired of the beach nor a new sunrise or sunset every day. At least you didn't have 12 inches of sand on your patio :)
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