Ghost Town

Odd that I would find myself back in Mexico. Rosarito hasn’t changed much. The same little shops are strung out along Avenida Benito Juarez: the locksmith, the leather repair shop, the apothecary filled with its exotic botanical cures, the tamale joint, the Comex paint store. The frail Indian woman in her long traditional dress and […]

Culture Vultures Part II

So the conversation at the spring lamb and suckling pig party had me thinking about “culture” in these parts, and culture in general. A two-week-long event called “Mexicali en la Playa” just wrapped up this past weekend, an annual escape for the people of that city from the 100 degree July days in the desert. […]