For the first time in my life, I’m free to pick up on a moments notice and take off in any direction, to go anywhere I want, for whatever reason, and without permission. In other words, I’m detached.
That’s been my curse, or my blessing. I was growing a little tired of Rosarito. The crazy tuba bands, the fucking fireworks going off at 3 AM. I’d eaten at every good restaurant in town at least a dozen times. I began to hate getting on the elevator to go down 10 floors only to […]
I was washing the morning dishes last Friday when I heard gunshots from the beach below my balcony. Fireworks are blasted around here, as they are throughout Mexico, morning, noon, and night. But these were not the concussive booms I’ve grown accustomed to, but instead the “pop, pop, pop” you hear about in witness accounts […]
Just finished reading a book, Mexico Days by Tony Cohan. It was similar to his “classic” On Mexican Time in that it was evocative and lyrical, an attempt, largely successful, to “capture” in words the mood and spirit of Mexico and Mexicans. On Mexican Time tells the story of Cohan’s temporary escape from the Los […]
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. […]