Saturday, March 30, 2013
How does one say "all hell broke loose" in Spanish? No se. My day today was wow wow wow Wow WOw WOW! but it was good!
Here is a photo of the traffic on Thursday on Mazatlan...you can only imagine what it looked like on Friday, no I wasn't there I snagged this from the Noroeste website.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Once again the beach was a little busier than yesterday but yet not crazy...crazy is still to come. On my walk through the village going to the beach I noticed that anyone living alongside the main street has also got a booth set up in front of theri house selling anything from strawberries and cream (yup) to tamales to cocos to used clothes, ceviche...anything. There was a big chili truck that unloaded it's wares on an empty lot and was selling kitchen ware stuff, pots and pans, dishes, cutlery, plastic container of a sizes, soup bowls, pot scrubbers...you name it they had it.
MY sister's 7 year old jumped in the water at 11 am and came out just as I was going home at 7:00 pm, she is a little shark. I love watching the kids play here, it seems growing up on a small Island makes them do things to the extreme, (not really the word I want), with more heart I guess is more like it. I've watched them play beach volley ball and soccer and football on the beach and regardless of age they all play with everything they have, never holding back, they always play as if they are playing for gold. If there is one kid on a team that is a tourist or not from here you can pick him out, he just doesn't have the drive..or heart.
I watched families set up camp in a small space, maybe an 8 x 8 feet of space and the whole family started a game of soccer and played as if the gold metal was at stake. Dads were sliding and rolling in the sand, summer salting, running in the ocean with clothes on to get the ball. Entertaining their kids with more heart than I have ever seen.
We have the Marines, and police and The Red Cross patrolling the beach on foot, they have stopped allowing vehicles.
Today I saw something and I was a bit dumbfounded and so I didn't get a picture. I saw the lifeguard on a guad with policeman on the back and he was holding what looked like a deer...yes a deer, so because that would have been impossible I thought it must have been a dog...they must have rescued a dog in the water.
As I am walking home at sunset I stop at my old house on the beach where some friends are now living and they are sitting outside watching the sunset and the last of the people walking home, they offer me a glass of wine...yes I need wine after my busy day, I'm exhausted. They tell me that it was a deer that was rescued iin the water. For some reason there was a deer swimming in the ocean (clearly lost) the guy on the boat that pulls the banana boats scooped him out into his boat and then the lifeguards and police escorted him off the Island....or maybe they are enjoying deer tacos tonight...no se. Remember deer here are a lot smaller than in the north where I come from, they are the size of a big dog.
As I walk home from there I hear an auction...yes it sounded like a Mexican auctioneer...imagine. Could it be an auction? I follow the sound. Yes it's an auction, I"m watching a Mexican auction...what next? The guy with the chili truck full of wares is not auctioning off his stuff. He puts stuff in a plastic bag and auctions it, if no one bids me puts more stuff in the bag...and so one. I watched a lady buy a bag with 5 ceramic mugs for 40 pesos. So cool. The auctioneer and the ringman took turns, maybe to save their voice. If you think the Mexican speak Spanish fast....go to an auction. I didn't dare bid on anything for fear of having misunderstood. It was entertaining.
After I got home I did some laundry, I have to do laundry at night now because during the days the birds are eating mangoes in my mango tree and shitting on my laundry on the line so I now have to hang my laundry out at night and then bring it into my house in the morning to dry, it just doesn't dry at night.
And now I have to get ready for Friday....we are expecting CRAZY!
Thursday, March 28, 2013
|not sure where this little guy is going, maybe he is trying to rent out his horse too, everyone here has entrepreneurial spirit|
|The life guards spend Monday and Tuesday erecting their booth, today they spent it getting the roof on and painting it.|
|not overly crazy yet....yet|
Off the subject of Samana Santa a bit. If you want a good look at how the Mexican boy becomes "macho" I recommend you read "The boy kings of Texas" by Domingo Martiz, it's a sad eye opener to how the "majority" of boys grow up. Not all of course, a few things were clarified for me while reading this, it explained a lot for me as to why the young men are the way they are. (remember, my father grew up here and he brought some of his growing up scars to Canada with him as well) It just makes me love the little kids here all the more.
Another good read about Mexican culture and some history is "The rain of gold" by Victor Villesenor....good good book, I promise you won't be able to put it down...and it's a true story.
There ..... that's your homework. Maybe I'll do a book club post.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
This is so cute, my Mexican sister's nephew and some of his buddies built this little shack to sell cocos from and rent out the jetski. Now imagine being 17-24 years old and hanging out here on the beach all week, I know some of these young men a little and there will be all sorts of shanigans happening here. There are selling cocos but they had a fire going and were cooking something the other day and came to borrow a knife sharpener, a spade, and some tinfoil yesterday.
|you just have to love their little table|
|This is the boys right next door to us, they've been over to borrow some things as well, when they built this I said to them that they were having way too much fun to call this work.|
|a little more people than yesterday..it will progressively get busier and then on Saturday....all hell will break loose|
This is our only rag, we use it for everything...everything, not a half hour goes by without someone asking "where is the rag?", it is the ugliest dirty clean rag I have ever seen, I was repulsed by it at first until I got to know and see how often it was scrubbed with soap and bleach, it really is always clean, it just looks so disgusting. Yesterday I said "oh how I am going to miss my beloved rag when I am gone" (in Spanish of course) and we all laughed and now they all call it ,"maria's beloved rag". All day we talk about all the things I am going to miss when I am gone because I leave here on Sunday the 31st....yup, my time here is up and it is sad, very year it gets a little sadder to leave. I am sad to leave but happy to see my other family. It really is always a "basket case" of emotions to leave one home to go to another, there is even some guilt involved. I swear when God gave man the burden of toiling with the earth in the garden of Eden after the great fall from grace he gave women the burden of guilt. We feel guilty when we love and guilty when we don't, when I don't feel guilt I even feel guilty for that. It's a mess. It's the price I pay for having 2 homes....for now I am ok with that.
|my beloved rag|
|cocos arrived yesterday morning, every 20 feet or so on this beach there is someone selling cocos, I suppose after Samana Santa all the coco trees on the Island are bare...|
This is how you build new bathroom stalls. First a guy digs 2 (about 8 feet deep) holes with a spade, remember it's all sand here, then the holes are lined with stacked up tires and then the toilet is cemented in....thats all...no plumbing.
|then you wait for cement to dry|
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
I plan on giving you the pay by play on Stone Island beach. Being Monday today we weren't expecting it to be too busy, but we were stocked and organized anyway. As we were eating breakfast in the morning we were feeling pretty proud of all our new upgrades, new roof, a second bathroom stall is being built as we speak, we have some new table cloths, and new aprons, a new shelf in the kitchen...we were feeling pretty first class and then one of us found a little rock in the beans..ops, and then one of us found a peanut shell in the fresh cheese..ops, we all laugh, and then I remembered last week visiting a fairly posh restaurant in Mazatlan with some friends and one of us found a piece of carrot in the lemonade....so it can happen anywhere.
|we did however run oout of cocos, the nearest tree was climbed and robbed of it's cocos|