Reason 99 why we will live in Mexico!

Stuck

2011-04-26T19:23:00.000-07:00

I feel stuck.

The economy in America is bad and the violence in Mexico is worse.

Stuck.

My dreams of living in Mexico are overshadowed by the constant killings and lack of Government control in Mexico. Over control in America.

I do have hope. Mexicans have felt stuck for hundreds of years. Stuck with oppressive Governments and Rulers. They finally rise up and over come the bad guys. But will it happen again? Will it happen for America too? The bad guys lose the battle, but they usually raise an army for another war.

I am nearly 50 and my back hurts. I don't feel stuck with that, just an observation and a possible metaphor about feeling stuck. I get stuck in bed in the morning not being able to move because of the back pain.

Fear never stops me, but until lately, I was young enough to recover from financial folly. It is more important today at 49 that I weigh my decisions more carefully. Hence why I feel stuck.

I always weigh the pros and cons and come to a rational decision. But I don't know if I have true information or if it is just fear and lies.

Something random. I was stung by a bee while driving my motorcycle last week. I have thought that I am allergic to bees. There were no shoulders to pull over so I had to power through the pain and fear of going into shock. 30 minutes later, I was fine. Yes, the sting still hurt like crazy, but I was breathing and riding.

Was God sending me a message? To be sceptical of what people have told me? (both of my parents are allergic to bees) To stay focused, driven and believing in His power; and that I do not have to fear.

Arizona has never been home.

It was never meant to be home.

Only a way point on our journey from Alaska to Mexico.

When we moved from Alaska to Arizona we owned a beautiful ocean front lot in Troncones, GRO Mexico. Our house plans had been approved by the local officials and the funds were ready to go. Then we made a critical decision to sell to the owners of the neighboring lot and invest the funds here in Arizona. Both proved to be good moves financially, but when things fell apart here in AZ in 2006 and we got stuck.

Last night I dreamt of a huge snake that was threatening my kids and cats. It was coiled under my office chair. I have never feared snakes. I respect them, but I always catch and release. Venomous or not, they are all treated the same. In my dream, a huge rattle snake grabbed my cat Gordy by the head. I wrestled my cat from the snake and spoke words of healing over him. Gordy immediately stopped spasming and walked away. I then snatched the snake from behind it's head and put him in a bucket and capped it with a top. Dream over.

I woke up with a back ache, went outside in the beautiful morning and admired my new Lady Bank's Roses. They are vigorous climbers and do not have thorns, so I wont get... stuck.

I totally believe God is working in me concerning this issue. Yeah God! I so want to move to Mexico.

21 bud salute

2010-09-21T08:19:00.000-07:00

I am fascinated with things that are both lovely and dangerous at the same time.

A short list is as follows:

Guns

Motorcycles

Alaska

Airplanes

Mexico

Sushi

Scuba Diving

Datura

Datura- A flowering plant that is part of the potato family. Also a Nightshade. Highly toxic if ingested. Has been used for centuries in ritualistic settings and for healing. Also called Belladonna and if you get toxin on your hand and rub your eye, your pupils will be dilated for quite a long while. Women did this on purpose during some long ago time as a beauty enhancement.

The first time I saw a Datura, it was along side of the road one summer. I first noticed this fast growing vine that sprouted almost overnight. Right in a spot that a Javalina had been smashed the spring before.

Within about 15 days, it had HUGE white trumpet flowers, but they seem to wilt as soon as they blossomed.

I looked up the plant based on the description and became very interested in it. That was 10 years ago and until this July, I have been just content to spot one on occasion while travelling around.

This July found us in Elgin, AZ (wine country) for a 5K race that Keith and our youngest daughter were running in. There was Datura everywhere. So I begged Keith to dig me up a root to take home. We only had a butter knife that I snitched from the B & B. He did not cover his hands, but I made sure he washed them vigorously and I got rid of the knife.

I came home and put the bare root in the planter and within a few days, she came back to life.

She has blessed me with 21 little buds. She blossomed for the first time 2 nights ago, but that bloom did not even make it until morning.

These photos were taken last night around 7PM. She is trying to attract the Sphinx Moth for some sexy plant pillow talk, but she will also settle for a bat. I noticed today that our local hummingbird crew is very interested in her as well, but I have not seen them feeding.

This variety I have is a wild sort. Also called Jimsom Weed. But there are other more tropical colorful versions that I envy and will have once we move to Mexico.

A great fictional book to read that Datura has a leading roll in is Hot House Flower-9 plants of desire. It takes place mostly in the Yucatan and is entertaining. It wont rock your world with insight and knowledge, but it is exciting and easy.

That's all I have to say about that...

A one way ticket to Africa.

2010-09-03T09:36:00.000-07:00

I have been a bit distracted for the last month or so.

Our youngest daughter (here she is at 10 years old, her birthday outfit. Taken from our home in Auke Bay, Alaska.) is on a flight right now to Africa. With a one way ticket.

She will be working and living at an orphanage for at least 3 weeks, but may stay longer.

This child is a work of art. God was in a very whimsical mood when He created her. Probably the same day He created Rainbows and Koala Bears.

At 25 years old, she has travelled most of the world and has owned her own business and home. She was born in Alaska, so she has that "why wouldn't I do that" sort of attitude.

However, this trip she is going solo. And that is both a moment for us to be proud and terrified.

She has spent the last 7 weeks with us here in Scottsdale preparing for this trip. Well, I have been preparing, she has been buying stuff and eating as much Taco Bell as she could.

Although the trip begins in Africa, she will go on to Prague for a month or more to take a course on teaching English as a foreign language and then to South Korea to teach. Or wherever her travelling feet (or wings) take her.

People love her. We love her.

So here's to you sweet child. May you see all there is to see in this great world. We miss and adore you.

Cheers!

(here she is this July in Elgin, Arizona. Wine Country, she has Keith ran a 5K race as a team for Keif-Joshue Vineyards)

Dog Bite

2010-08-08T19:30:00.000-07:00

Sorry. Its been way too long.

So, on July 16th I was bitten on the leg by a dog.

Bad. Like an attack. Ouch. Bled like a stuck pig.

Lots of shots and antibiotics over the next 30 days to follow.

Much better now.

Except for the new fear of dogs.

And bruises and scars.

Sucks.

I like cats much more now.

El Camino Real y La Lucuna

2010-05-26T11:11:00.000-07:00

I love to read. Most of my pleasure reading is centered around Mexico. This weekend I checked out 2 books from the library. This top one, The Royal Road is a beautiful picture and text book about the road between Mexico City as far North to Santa Fe. Very interesting and I learned a great deal. The photos are wonderful and the history is more exciting than fiction.

WARNING! Shameless photo of Gordy in the background being cute. He spends most of his leisure time on his back watching me read, cook and Blog.

The other book I read was The Lucuna, a Novel by Barbara Kingsolver. Interesting writing style and one of those books that contain fiction and fact. I call them Faction. " takes us on an epic journey from Mexico City of Artist Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo to the America of Pearl Harbor, FDR and J. Edgar Hoover, The Lacuna is a poignant story of a man pulled between 2 nations as they invent their modern identities." I loved this book and devoured it in 3 days.

This guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Gordy pouted the rest of the day when he had to go inside while his catch made his escape.

The above books are excellent reads. Now I await notification from the Library that my other choices are ready to be picked up. Until then I surf the web gleaning what ever I can about the country of Mexico.

Tis the Season...

2010-05-16T12:54:00.000-07:00

for baby quail that is.

This little guy was found by Gordy our cat on the patio late yesterday afternoon.

Gordy did not harm him, he was just watching and trying to smell him, but I understand at this age, they have no scent. Cats wont eat what they cannot smell. Good thing for this baby.

I put him in a box and went looking for the parents. We had the same thing happen last year and we were able to reunite the family.

2 hours passed without the parents making an appearance. Although this baby PEEP PEEPED like crazy, there was no answer.

We ended up taking him to the Quail Rescue lady just 5 miles west of us.

She said that "Pip Squeak" was less than 24 hours long and she put him in one of her many incubators.

There were hundreds of baby quail and many other birds there as well.

Peacocks, Killdeer, Love Birds, Dove and even a Conure. Amazing that she runs this place all on her own and as a volunteer.

Lots of babies get separated from their folks right now. She raises them until they are able to go it on their own and then releases them.

She does a a few adults that are pets now and she takes them to schools and programs.

When we arrived, there were 2 other babies being dropped off as well.

I thought Gordy found another one this morning, but rather he had found a HUGE lizard that I wanted to survive, so I snatched the cat up and he is pouting inside now.

My Mexican Grill

2010-05-13T18:26:00.000-07:00

Well Dang, it's been a while.

I wish I could say that I have been soooo busy that I have not had anytime to write. Actually I just have not a lot to say.

Although I have been to Mexico and I have lots of those photos and memories, I have yet to organize an original thought how to Blog about it.

I could also write about the new Senate Bill 1070 here in Arizona and suspect that I would get lots of feedback.

You can read it here
http://www.azleg.gov/legtext/49leg/2r/bills/sb1070s.pdf

I have read the law. I support the law. Nuf said.

Anyway, while in Nayarit last month, I was fortunate to spend a few days in remote locations that had me grilling on rustic stone and brick charcoal grills. I fell in love.

So being the most wonderful husband in the world, my husband offered to build me one.

When we moved onto this acre property in Scottsdale Arizona, it had lots of brick and rock around, so we gathered up some and made the below grill.

I tested it tonight by grilling a bacon wrapped fillet Mignon. The natural oak charcoal heats up quick, cooks evenly and has a nice earthy flavor.

I have not forgotten that I need to continue my story on how we first purchased ocean front property in Mexico back in the 90's and came to the hard decision to sell it. It's a heart breaker and will take some noodling for me to put together.

I the mean time, I am happy with my little piece of Mexico in my backyard.

Memories of Mexico. Travel with parents

2010-02-05T08:01:00.000-08:00

4AM in Scottsdale and it is raining just a little. We get 2 miles down the road, and it's a bit harder. Keith says "it will let up in a bit" now we are I-10, and it is raining harder than I have ever seen. 18 wheel trucks doing 80 miles an hour in the dark, in the rain. We have to keep up or be hit from the rear. I am so tense that every muscle in my body is burning. I decide that once we stop in Tucson to fuel up and to pick up a package from a friend to take down to his son in San Carlos, that I will refuse to get back into the car until it is either light out or the rain stops. My prayers are answered and both happen while we are stopped in Tucson.

Our first stop is at Immigration. My parents are so excited to get their first FMT. I explain that they had one before when we all went to Troncones years ago, but filling out one on your flight and actually doing one in a Mexican Office is all together different.

One of the first things we did once we got into San Carlos was eat. This is Rosa's Cantina. Nice place and OK prices. We have noticed that prices are pretty high in San Carlos. Similar to prices in Phoenix. But we were not there to pinch pennies, we were there to show my parents a good time and for them to feel safe about the possibility of bringing their Motor coach down for a month or 2 next year.

This is the Pearl Farm in Guaymas. This is an interesting tour and only took about 1 hour. The pearls they harvest are a beautiful color. They implant 250 thousand oysters every year and only yield about 4 thousand for sale.

This is on the way up to the Mirador. San Carlos is so lovely. It reminds me a lot of how Cabo San Lucas must have looked before all the US Dollars started flowing there.

Doing a little Pilates/Yoga move up at the Mirador.

Keith holding some pearl oysters. The oysters have to be cleaned 5 times per year and will not be harvested for 4 years. Lots of work. Little return.

Ok, So we thought it would be fun to rent a Rhino for the day and go exploring into locations that I did not want to take my car. It was fun. And... we thought it would be funny to take a photo of Mom and Dad going through a puddle. We all thought the water would go to the sides. With no wind screen on the Rhino, that water went right in. My Mom was covered in cow pee muddy water. Yuck. And it was a bit chilly out. But, she is a real trooper and did not complain. Well, until we couldn't get the stains out of her pretty pink sweatshirt. No fear! I used my Mexican "Zote" soap and some elbow grease and her shirt is as good as new. No more brown smelly marks.

This is the public beach entry on the Caracol. Small beach and probably one of the most northern points you will find Coconut Palms in Mexico.

Our last meal in Mexico. A road side taco stand on the south end of Santa Ana. Boy, let me tell you what happens when 4 gringos pull up in a Lexus. We get charged triple the going rate. My fault for not asking the price to begin with. So anyway, we paid $22.00 USD for 12 tiny tacos and 2 cokes. We should have gone to the same Burrito stand we always do just North of Magdalena. We got 4 LARGE Bistek burros with 2 cokes and a coffee all for under $9.00 USD.

Oh well. Sometimes you just have to let things drop.

Memories of Mexico. Trip with the kids

2009-12-06T14:20:00.000-08:00

She was sobbing.

"you cant make me do this"

I said, Oh my Dear, we certainly can. We are in Mexico and here the parents tell the children what to do. She relented as we strapped her in. We gave the signal and the boat took off with our oldest daughter in tow. Para sailing.

It began as an idea. A good one we thought, but that's what we get for thinking.

Keith and I loved Mexico so much that we wanted to share it with everyone, especially our daughters.

They were 11 and 14 at the time. A critical age, not so much crucial, but meaning they were very critical about everything.

We thought (here we go with the thinking again) that they would have more fun and make wonderful memories of a trip to Mexico if they both brought a friend along with them.

We chose Ixtapa, GRO as our destination. The Krystal Resort. Several pools, Oceanside, swim up bars...all the trappings of a National Lampoons "Vacation" movie.

The girls anguished over the choosing of the friends that would go. Our youngest invited a girl that she had known for most of her 11 years. Our oldest chose a recent friend and at the last minute the girl got into typical teenage trouble and her parents forbid her to travel. A new girl was chosen and a girl was close to the family. A nice quiet girl. A good fit.

Everything was going so well. Passports, vaccination, Report cards.

So, I should have been careful of the undertow.

Getting from Juneau, Alaska to Zihuatanejo Mexico takes 2 days. One from JNU to LAX, then from LAX to ZIH. So, We had to overnight in L.A.

We took at very expensive taxi ride into Beverly Hills to a nice Sushi Bar. Then to a Mall for shopping. Shopping does not happen in Juneau unless you consider outdoor wear as shopping.

Once back at the Hotel, we settled all 4 girls in for the night in our adjoining rooms. Only a few minutes passed before one of them were crying. Our youngest daughter could not find her back pack.

Tragedy struck and it set the tone for the rest of the trip. We think Kally left her back pack in one of the cabs. Why she took a back pack full of school books and 11 year old knickknacks is beyond me, but to her, she had just lost the Holy Grail.

Morning did arrive as scheduled and all went well at the airports. These Alaskan kids are well trained in travel. No roads lead to Juneau, so when we leave, we do it by air or sea. None of these kids however had ever stepped off a plane and into a hot humid environment.

Sunblock. To kids living in a temperate rain forest, you never ever want to block the sun. My constant job was monitoring their levels of protection. The oldest girls wanted that " Hawaiian Tropic" look and sunkissed hair highlights, so they were focused on maximum exposure. The younger girls were obsessed with water activities and the swim up hamburger bar. Keeping block on them was nearly impossible. All the kids were burned after the first day regardless of my best efforts.

I don't know when or why it happened, but Keith and I became the enemy. Our 2 girls were not talking to us and were in total defiance mode. The other 2 were angels. We took them to nice dinners, we let them shop at the tacky tourist markets. We took them out to feed the crocodiles, Jet skiing and snorkeling. They all got to drive the golf carts around Ixtapa. That brought a few smiles, but it was short lived.

Keith and Breehia had chicken for dinner one night. There is a saying that common crisis builds strong bonds. Well, the crisis was extreme diarrhea and only 1 bathroom. It did not build a strong bond, it just added more pain to the process. They both spent the next day in bed as well. We still had 5 days to go.

Our youngest was still getting burned, although I had here covered in one of her dads tee shirts and a hat, she was still burning. And she began retaining fluids and her face was swelling like a pumpkin. I took her too see the resort physician who was very sweet and brought out that lovely smile that she had secreted away since losing the back pack.

Kally had sun poisoning. He gave her some meds to shed to fluid and said she would be fine in a few days. We saw him again that night at the Resort Fiesta Night and he again was able to get her to smile.

The next night was her 12th birthday and we celebrated with an oceanside dinner in Zihuatanejo. A lovely sunset and a 3 piece band with guitars and a wooded xylophone played Happy Birthday and my favorite, Girl from Ipanema. We all had a great meal and a good experience. We loaded back into 2 cabs and headed back to Ixtapa. That's when the itching started. We were all covered in sand flea bites. Bactine swabs for everyone. Bites on top of sun burn is especially unforgettable.

I was new to this Step-Mom thing. If I knew then what I know now, I would have done about 100 things differently. I was expecting that the kids to enjoy a vacation the way we do. But having no experience in vacationing, how could they? I thought we were giving them this awesome precious gift and they would be grateful and gushing in love and laughter. We generally got sneers, rolling eyes and sassy back talk in return. Did I mention I would do things differently now.

If we had been more travelled in Mexico, there would have been over 100 places that we should have taken them rather than Ixtapa.

On the cab ride back to the airport, I asked the driver where he takes his family when they vacations.

Without any hesitation he said "Troncones".

Once again in L.A. for our overnight stay, I sought out a book store and scoured the travel section for any book that mentioned Troncones. Only one did in brief, and it wet my appetite for more information. But that would have to wait.

Note, the kids are all now adults and it is fascinating to talk to them about this trip. Our oldest chose Ixtapa as her first real grown-up trip with her then boyfriend, now husband. Our youngest has travelled all over the world.

The building of a wall.

2009-11-15T14:37:00.000-08:00

I built a Prayer Wall in our back yard.

I have been thinking about it for some time and now that I am not working, I really wanted to get it done.

We had all of the stones on site just laying around in piles. I spent all yesterday morning carrying each one by hand to the area. Keith had to help me move the big foundation stones.

The wall helps me have a more fulfilling prayer life. As I am praying, I write down the prayer then fold up the paper and shove it in between the stones. I don't think for one minute that God needs to read these, as He already knows my prayers. I do this as an exercise of my Faith. Plus it looks kinda nice in the massive back yard. I might build on to it if I happen to be given access to more stone.

The first prayer note contained the names of those that I knew needed prayer.

The second one was a selfish prayer asking God to give us the wisdom and provision to make our move to Mexico. With an added request to super naturally improve my Spanish and to get us there sooner rather than later.

If you would like me to hand deliver a prayer for you to the wall, please just comment here or email me at: kflynn31@cox.net.

I would love nothing more than to have to increase the size of the wall because I need more prayer space.

Viva Veterans Day! Ode to my Daddy

2009-11-11T19:48:00.000-08:00

So, I wrote in an earlier post how I got a new Daddy. http://chrissyandkeetygo2mexico.blogspot.com/2009/08/torture.html )

Well, besides being a very good father, he is very good at many things that I am proud about.

Today I just want to bring your attention to his service to the U.S. Air Force.

My Dad is a perfectionist. Not in a controlling bad way, he is perfect in all he does.

It does not surprise me that he was an awesome crew chief. He is so handsome in this photo. ( that is him shirtless, talking to the fighter pilot) I did not see this photo until last year when he posted it on Class Mates. After I commented on it, I received 2 framed copies along with his dog tags.

Immediate crocodile tears.

I had to hug him and rush out with the photos clutched to my chest. Tears now.

I don't suppose many girls get the honor of praising their Vietnam Daddy's. Most of the Vietnam Vet Daddy's are either dead or worse.

I consider myself Blessed to have this Daddy, let alone one that I can be so proud of.

For this any many other reasons.

Happy Veteran's Day Daddy. I love you sooo much!

It's been a while

2009-11-05T09:19:00.001-08:00

I wish I could tell you something interesting as to why I have been in a Blog drought, but I am not that interesting of a person.

Since my last post in September, I have began my unemployment status and have enjoyed the 2 weeks with our youngest daughter in a quest to find a new truck suitable for her puppy and take it back to Juneau, AK.

I have also acquired a new Panasonic Lumix Z51 camera. It's a love hate relationship. She is way smarter than I am patient, so I just leave her in the bag for days hoping she will learn her lesson and just take a stupid photo without making me think about all the settings. Oh, don't get me started on her hooity tooity software that would make any FBI or CIA photoshop software look like child's play. Needless to say, I have been humbled by this small devise.

OK, so I also wanted to tell you all that Keith and I have started a new 12 step program. Well, not really it is only a 1 step program. We are no longer purchasing anything that we wont be willing to move to Mexico. I have started giving stuff away as well.

I was able to choose a few items from an award program and along with a propane patio heater (that will be great in Mexico on the cooler winter nights) I also chose a toaster that poaches eggs. Am I a total freak for loving this thing or what? I do love it. So simple and actually does something for me. Not like this stinking camera...

Here are some photos from our short trip in SE Arizona, my magical toaster and last nights sunset from our back yard.

Flag Waving.

2009-09-15T11:45:00.000-07:00

I have misplaced my Mexican flag. I am sure I have flown it in Arizona, but maybe not. I bought it years ago in Mexico and it hung in our garage in Juneau. I am sure that is not proper flag etiquette, but it was meant more as a reminder to me than an allegiance to the Nation. I would not be offended if I spotted Ol' Glory in a Mexican garage, as long as it was in good shape and being treated honorably.

There is a flag store that is kinda on my way home today. I have email the Flagman, and he has several sizes of Mexican Flags, so I will go and get another flag.

I look up the Mexican Flag on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_Mexico.

Here is the National Anthem. Is it me, or does the music, not the language or lyrics sound Russian. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yG94Eb7CdYQ

There is some very interesting information on there. The Oath to the Flag and the Salute to the Flag are lovely pieces of poetry.

Blame my Orange Aura.

2009-09-09T11:51:00.000-07:00

So, as boredom seemed to encroach and eat away at my brain like a game of Ms. Pacman. I took one of those Facebook quizzes. In part here is what it had to say about my "Orange Aura".

"Orange personalities are the creative adventurers in the color spectrum. They have an inner urge to be creative, active and enjoy life to its fullest. They enjoy the challenge and excitement of forming and shaping physical reality. Orange personalities love to imagine and plan strategies for their next adventure or project and then put those plans into action. They are always busy building, organizing and shaping their projects and physical reality. An Orange personality's motivation in life is based on how much pleasure and satisfaction they get out of their own adventures, challenges and creative projects. They want to be adventurous, creative and live out their own ideas."

So given the above scientific and proven results, it stands to reason that Keith and I can spend hours pouring over Websites that have only to do with Mexico.

I just started keeping track of the books I check out of the library. Since March 2009 I have read 24 books. All on Mexico. As my reading schedule usually does not vary much, I can use simple math and figure that over the last 10-12 years, I have probably read somewhere around 480 + - books all concerning Mexico in one way or another.

This does not make me an expert.

It does however make me a weirdo.

I almost feel that I need to hide this from people. Like I am some sort of a stalker.

Fortunately I have stopped buying books. I hate to think what I have spent on books and acrylic nails. At least the books provided some sort of education. The nails just costs money and I never learned one word of Vietnamese.

We have a huge map of Mexico. It is so large, the only place it fits is in our Laundry room. I have had some people give me that look as if to say "what the heck? Mexico in the utility room, she has truly lost it"

Keith can locate me there often. If I find an unfamiliar named town on a website and I cannot find it in my Guia Roji Travel Atlas, then I scurry off the the laundry room and start searching with a magnifying glass. I usually start prattling away to myself and the cats just gaze up to me in worry.

I have marked up the map with yellow highlighter all the roads we have travelled by car or bus.

We only have the states of Oaxaca and Chiapas to go and we have travelled the entire Pacific Coast.

So, writing this blog on Mexico, reading books on Mexico, constant lurking on websites on Mexico and actual travelling in Mexico are all the fault of my Orange Aura.

It's not just a phase I am going through.

Much to my parents discomfort.

Latitudes and altitudes

2009-08-25T07:38:00.000-07:00

I am back home in Juneau this week.

Although we reside in Arizona, we consider Alaska and Mexico to be home. The 2 are not that much different from each other. Really.

Maybe that is why I am so comfortable with Mexico. I already know how to deal with lack and abundance.

Both places have an abundance of tourist and natural beauty. Both lack faith in the Government. When Alaskans want/need something done, we do it ourselves. Usually Government comes in at the last minute and claims the credit for itself.

It's the rainy season here as well as Mexico. Actually it is the rainy season in Juneau all parts of the year. When it's not snowing. There is still snow on the Mountains, I can see some from this couch I am on. Some one call Vice President Gore and ask him about the warming thing.

Well, today I am going to go down to the cruise ship dock and sell tours along side my youngest daughter. It is aways fun to talk to the tourist. Most consider to Alaska to be a once and a lifetime adventure and their wide eyed expressions are priceless. Along with the comments like; " WOW, how beautiful, what is the altitude here?" umm, you are on a dock, just off a ship that is in the ocean...

It reminds me of listening to tourist on our way to Mexico. I have actually heard people say that they would love Mexico more if it wasn't so filled with Mexicans.

Obviously, Jimmy Buffet missed the point when he sang about changes in latitude, changes in attitudes. The attitudes of most tourist change not regardless of the latitude or altitude.

A pity.

My second time in Mexico, Part 3 of 3

2009-08-18T10:04:00.000-07:00

The underwater scream was terrifying. It could have only been Keith; we were the only ones in the bay that early morning.

I came to the surface and looked back. Swimming towards me, he splits the snorkel out and shouts for me to swim to shore.

I didn’t question him, I swam. Fast. With swim fins, you can really move when you need too.

Something had taken a silver dollar size bite out of his lower back. Near his hip pocket. The pocket contained a soggy packet of crackers. Keith was trailing food like a human chum bucket. Snorkeling adventure over. Keith was fine and taking a line from Monty Python and the Holy Grail says…”it’s just a flesh wound”

I don’t know how we found this beach to start with; it was not on the beaten path. In fact there was no path at all. We parked the car in the desert and bushwhack our way down the steep incline. We didn’t take any provisions like water or food. We had thought there would be palapa bars and restaurants.

Hiking down also means a struggle up. I have a friend who calls flip flops “Go-aheads” because you cannot go backwards in them. You cannot go up a sandy hill with them either.

The sand was blistering hot. The flip flops provided no protection or traction. I was better off putting them on my hands. So that’s what I did. I have never been so hot, tired, dirty, salty, thirsty and hungry in all my life. I just wanted to get back to the car and away from “Biting Fish Bay”

Like refugees fleeing a war zone, we stopped at the first place we find. It was approaching noon. The small hotel/restaurant was out in the middle of nowhere. It was quiet and had a cool breeze coming off the water.

No Boom Boom music. No whistling activities directors yelling “Beach Bally Ball”. No waiters with stiff white outfits. No swim up bar. No margarita machine.

It was perfect. It probably has long since been torn down and replaced by something cheesy and American.

It was there that we fell in love. With Mexico. All that she is and all that she isn’t. Sounds similar to the deal that Keith is in for with me.

So much had taken place on this 7 day trip and little had anything to do with observing the culture, or enjoying the slow pace that Mexico can offer. It’s Cabo for crying out loud! How does one fall in love with Mexico based upon Cabo? It would be like falling in love with America having spent a few days in Disney Land.

When the ratty van took us the back to the airport, I was much more aware of my surroundings than I had been on the trip in.

Tire repair shops everywhere. Why is there such a need for that?

Grilled chicken joints, Farmicia’s and Muffler shops. It was all so jumbled up.

I was drawn into the lovely disorder of it all. It makes my life seem more organized and balanced.

I considered not getting on the flight. After all, I was legally single; I had some money that had just been freed up from the divorce. I could quit my job, send for my cat, kayak and Bronco II and live in Mexico. Plus it was my birthday the next day and what a better way to prove that you have lost you mind than to spontaneously move to Mexico?

The airport chair was fiberglass, orange and as comfortable as a church pew, but I preferred it to the First Class seat awaiting my boarding.

Alaska Airlines was getting ready to shut the door. I was getting ready to shut one as well.

If table dance night hadn’t screwed things up enough, this should do it for sure.

Through snotty sobbing and primitive sign language I was able to communicate to Keith the many fears I had concerning our future together and the overwhelming desire to stay in Mexico. I wanted him stay here with me, but how would that be possible? He had 2 little girls in Alaska. Jeez, that adds to my paralysis… I am soon to be a step Mom.

He hugged me tight and made promises about our future including Mexico. He told me that we would return soon and that if I still wanted to live in Mexico, than one day we would.

We were the last passengers to board the flight. As the plane pushed back I saw something that I had never seen before or since. The ground crew stood at attention in a salute to our pilots.

A salute is appropriate for beginnings and endings, for advancement and dismissal. I find it appropriate that during my 7 days in Mexico that I have ended a marriage and began the path towards another. I have dismissed my past and have advanced into my future.

I blow Mexico a kiss and finished the 2nd chapter in my memory book of Mexico.

(Note, although we have yet to live in Mexico, we have come very close. We purchased ocean front property near Zihuatanejo but sold it a few years later. We continue our search for somewhere we will enjoy putting down roots and putting up a palapa!)

Second time in Mexico. Part 2 of 3

2009-08-12T12:36:00.000-07:00

He must love me. Why else would he have quietly turned and walked away just because I told him to leave me alone?

Because he is a nice man and he had made a promise.

I had never put much stock in promises. From my experience they were just a concept. Just like mañana is a concept, although it means tomorrow in Spanish, it doesn’t necessarily mean that next day. It just means, not today.

Just yesterday, I had broken a promise to one man and on this night I came close to breaking another. To my supposed to be husband.

Alcohol induced arguments laced with flammable emotions complicated by exhaustion and impromptu table dancing leads to more than a disagreement. It leads to an all out snarling fight.

Keith was about to be caught up in the Perfect Storm and there was little he could have done to prevent it. Although he tried.

Booze was the most powerful storm approaching very slowly but with gale force winds expected.

Fatigue had sat down in the area for a number of hours. Although not as fierce at Booze, it left the area weak and exposed.

Fear had been lingering just off the area for years. It was waiting for the added force of Booze and Fatigue to wreak its havoc.

The three systems came crashing together after a long day of fishing, with little to eat and too much to drink. Me, not Keith.

Petulant fit. I did not recognize myself. Was that really me dancing on a table? In a bar? I threw my shoes at Keith in the hallway of a ritzy hotel. I spat venomous words and locked him out of the room.

Than I sat. And waited. And waited.

I gathered up my stupid self and went in search of my supposed to be husband. He was on the beach, weathering the storm.

No apologies offered. I was too prideful for that. He was to kind to demand any. He must love me.

We walk silently down the echoing hallway. Two strappy sandals lie haphazardly on the marble floor, just where the lunatic owner had thrown them.

In a fluid, yet deliberate motion, Keith bends over of scoops them up. He stashes them under one arm and puts the other arm around my waste.

We promise to talk about it mañana. And we do.

Promises. They are no longer a concept for me.

(Note; I cannot believe what an idiot I was. I would like to think that I had a bad reaction to the food, but I didnt have any. A rookie mistake. Keith tried to prevent this. But I was having none of his “control measures”. That’s what started the fight. I guess he didn’t think the public table dance was a good idea. I hope to redeem myself in the 3rd and final installment of this story)

Second time around. Memories of my 2nd trip to Mexico and more. Part 1 of 3

2009-08-10T15:04:00.000-07:00

We had decided to marry and spend our honeymoon in Mexico. The year was 1993 and Keith and I had met just 2 months prior on New Years Eve. It was a blind date.

Not sure of what we wanted in a marriage, we definitely knew what we didn’t want.

8 months would give us plenty of time to plan a trip, a wedding and get to know each other. I had read books on Mexico, not marriage. I studied the maps on Mexico, not the road to a happy marriage. I asked everyone I knew that had been to Mexico all of the questions, about Mexico, not marriage.

I tried to recall my High School Spanish. My teacher, Mrs. Josie Esau, graduate of Rice University, had little command of the Spanish language and less control over the class. She spoke Spanish with a heavy Texan accent. They can’t help it - Texans. We mostly cooked tacos and listened to Mexican music in Josie’s class.

I prepared little for the trip and even less so for a marriage. I was perfect in my oversight of the obvious. I would not allow prudent thinking stand in my way. Keith was such a nice guy. And I really needed a nice guy.

We finally arrive in San Jose del Cabo. It is our 4th airport of the day. I am in a sassy short dress and high heals. I broadcast “American Tourist” like a Vegas billboard. I am 31 years old. I had (past tense) a great body and an underdeveloped sense of self awareness. I was the original Deadliest Catch.

Pollo Loco. Hey! I can read Spanish!!! “Crazy Chicken” Keith! That sign says Crazy Chicken… I am so smart… I can rule this Nation. I can live here and speak this simple language and remain tanned indefinitely. I also noticed to smell of burning trash and the ratty condition of the van that we had just piled into with a bunch of drunken idiots going to the same resort as us.

It’s the typical ritzy resort. Swim up bar, billowing white gauze cabanas and English speaking wait staff. It was as far from being in Mexico is it could be. Except for the smell of burning trash, it always seemed to linger.

I experienced many firsts in Cabo San Lucas.

1. Ceviche- I loved it. Where had it been all my life?
2. Jet Skiing – wet and wild!!
3. Catching and releasing a huge Sail Fish.
4. Divorce

One of the details that I overlooked in my planning was the ability to legally marry Keith.

The paperwork dissolving my “practice” marriage had been filed for 11 months. The Judge went on sabbatical without assigning the case to another Judge. In July I am informed that this dissolution hearing is scheduled for the same date that Keith and I had planned to be wed. The honeymoon already paid for.

So, we didn't get to start our marriage that September in Mexico but I ended one there.

At a prearranged time I phoned the Kenai Court System to affirm that I did indeed still agree to dissolve the marriage. It was more difficult to arrange the international call than it was disarrange a marriage.

I sit on the edge of the bed with a stunning view of the shore. A warm ocean breeze blows in and leaves the floor tile as well as the drink in my hand weeping from the humidity. I am still in my wet bikini. Keith sits out on the balcony. He tries to be two places at the same time. Near me, yet not part of the proceedings. Finally the call is connected; I answer all the questions then hang up and take the hand of my supposed to be husband.

He leads me down to the swanky swim up bar and again, there is the ever present smell of burning trash. But this time it’s the smoldering garbage of my life past.

Burning trash has never smelled so sweet.

(Note; Keith and I married a few months later on New Years Eve a year to the date that we had first met. There is more to this story in Cabo that I will post in the future.We have traveled in Mexico over 30 times, long since passing up ritzy hotels and swim up bars)

Torture

2009-08-05T14:29:00.001-07:00

Torture. This is what my first memories of Mexico were based upon. Well, torture and sea shells. I was 7 years old.

My parents, sister and I were living in Northern California at the time. They (the adults) thought that seeing the Baja 1000 would be a fun time. That race had just had its first run in October 1967.

Ensenada in 1969 was not a tourist town. I not sure if it was much of a town at all. Nevertheless, it was my first time in Mexico. We flew from Sacramento to San Diego and rented a car. It seems that we drove half the day, but it could have only been 2 hours. Maybe more as my father had probably had a few shots of tequila and had gotten us lost.

The booze improved his driving skills but did little to improve his personality or scruples.

Anyway, I have only flashes of memories. Cool Ocean breezes, a dead Sea Lion on the beach, my Mother trying to get her silk pillow case back from the non English speaking house keepers and an old gringo that was the first ex-pat that I had ever met. He was a stranger, yet my mom let me and my sister sit with him for hours (it was probably 20 minutes, see above where I thought we drove for ½ a day) while he showed us all about sea shells and how to clean the critters out. I don’t think I had ever spent that much time with a stranger before then.

The torture part comes in from my 17 year old uncle. My mothers kid brother. My parents brought my uncle on the trip to watch my sister and me while the adults went out doing adult things in Mexico and for him to experience Mexico. My uncle had different ideas of what those experiences should be. He teased me by keeping a ball away from me, had me leaping in the air to grab my toys and even went as far as putting me in those Mexican finger cuffs; behind my back. He had also gotten a bull whip at the market and a big sombrero. He chased me around with that stuff too. I know it all sounds innocent, but I was very upset at the time, and probably a bit nervous about being away from home to start with, and to have an angry uncle in charge really did scare me. My mother tells me that it could not have been so bad.

Fast forward 40 years. January 2009 found me back in Mexico again with that same uncle. All I said was “Hey, the last time we were in Mexico together was 40 years ago” and you know what he said? “Chrissy, I regret all those mean and terrible things I did and said on that trip”. So, my memory is not perfect, but my feelings were.

Of course I had long since forgiven him and it was interesting to hear his perspective on the whole thing. Come to find out, he had thought that he was brought on the trip more as a play date for my dad, not a “Manny”. A 17 year old red blooded American boy in Mexico could “experience” a lot. But his sister (my Mom) obviously had more boundaries than he had ideas. He took out is resentment on me.

We shared some excellent times and made new delightful memories in Guayabitos that January and lest you might think this was our first reunion in 40 years, it was not. We have been in each others lives and homes many, many times. It’s odd that this never came up until we were back together in Mexico.

Now the only torture I face concerning memories of Mexico is leaving her.
(Note; I got a new Daddy and he is the best ever!)

Desert to Dockside

2009-08-03T07:53:00.001-07:00

I have been occupied with the visit from our 2 oldest Grand children and with Keith's absence while he took them back up to Juneau. I was left in charge of the house and animals. I have nothing witty to say in this blog, but I just wanted to share a few photos. This one above is a self shot of me on the salt river. It was an excellent trip. We got on the 2nd bus so there were only a few people ahead of us.

Korrianna, our 13 year old Granddaughter. She had a blast, worked on her tan and learned how the hydraulics of a river work.

Chase, our 11 year old Grandson. He was a bit reluctant to do this. Chased wanted us to all be lashed together. By then end of the trip his confidence had grown so much that he was floating on his tummy and taking on the small rapids by himself.

Keith in Juneau with the 2 youngest grandkiddos. Tyrel 5 and Tell 6 weeks old. They are standing in Fireweed.

Halibut. It is a lot of work to bring these guys up off the bottom. They are usually around 300 feet and if there is any size to them at all, it is like pulling a mattress up from the deep.

Keith with our daughters Breehia (Mom of Tyrel and Tell. And Step Mom to Korrianna and Chase) and Kally, the one with the stunning blue eyes.

Alarming

2009-07-30T11:52:00.001-07:00

I accidentally set off my home alarm last night at about 11:30 PM. An ear piercing siren and strobe lights sent the cats flying under the bed and had my parrot not already been in his snuggy, he would have crashed to the bottom of his cage. It took me about 30 seconds to gather my wits, find my glasses and race to the other end of the house to disarm the stupid thing. Just as I was getting my hearing back and trying to lower my heart rate, the phone rang. CRAP! who could that be at 11:30 at night, it's got to be BAD!!!! CRAP!!! Oh, it was the security monitoring people. I had forgotten that I had that service.

You see, I haven't set the house alarm for years. But last night I was glad to have it. Keith and the grand kiddos left yesterday at 4AM for Alaska. On our way to the airport we thought we would stop at Dunkin Donuts. They were not open yet, so we drove right to the freeway. Unknown to us at the time, a woman, dead from a gun wound lay just off the side of the road just a block from our home. I drove by twice and didn't see a thing. It was only around noon yesterday that someone walking bye was able to spot her. It was determined that the body had been dumped there, but it still creeps me out to thing this would happen in my neighborhood.

One of the first things to crossed my mind was that it would never occur to me to have an alarm system in Mexico. Thats what dogs and window bars are for right? Colima Dog will protect me. Good boy!

Anticipation

2009-07-22T10:12:00.001-07:00

We anxiously wait the arrival of our 2 oldest Grandchildren this Friday. A 13 year old girl and 11 year old boy. Bringing youngsters from Alaska to the Desert Southwest in the summer seems to be cruel and unusual punishment. These kids are not accustom to going more than a day or two without wearing Xtratuf rubber boots and layers of fleece.

Their usual summer generally has them doing everything in the rain and 55 degrees. Juneau summers are a lot like a nasty spring. Soggy softball, muddy soccer and the occasional 70 degree day with no rain and the entire population of Juneau scurries to find something to do outdoors while the weather holds.
The kiddos have been spending the last 3 weeks at their other Grandparents home in New Mexico. They have spent their days helping run the Ranchito. The week with us will be an urban assault on their small town psyche’s.
Papa and I have a long list of activities that should keep us busy and introduce them to a few things rarely available in Alaska.
Shopping, what 13 year old girl would not want to shop in Scottsdale for her next years school clothes?
Shooting a machine gun at our Gun Club- What 11 year old boy hasn’t dreamed of that?
Wet-n-Wild water park- Actually getting wet for the fun of it? The kids are use to being constantly damp and cold. This experience will be new.
Imax Theater. We might re think this one; both kids get motion sickness pretty easy.
Putt putt golf (after the sun goes down)
Watching TV from our pool
Lots of playing in the pool
Floating the Salt River. This is a shallow, slow moving river. The water is so clear you can count the beer bottles and cans as you slowing glide over. You might spot the occasional scuba diver, a volunteer picking up the trash that the idiot humans have left behind. It really is a unique experience floating down a lazy river under the towering 200+ year old saguaro cactus and sweeping Mesquite canopies.

All too soon, Keith will be taking them back up to Alaska. This may be their last summer visit in Arizona. We are hoping that the next trip for them will bring them into a different Country. How many kids can say that they spent their summer vacation in Mexico? I am hoping many would, but especially these two.

Eggplant Recipe. In Spanish, Berenjena

2009-07-14T09:11:00.000-07:00

I have been asked a few times for this recipe, so I thought I would post it. I love the color of eggplant and I love to eat it as well. I just hate working with it. To do it right, you must get as much moisture out of the plant before you prepare it. That usually takes time and patience. 2 things I lack. This time was the first time I have tried salting the sliced eggplant rather than pressing it. I like the salt technique it worked well but took longer. It left the slices less discolored than pressing, but it did add a bit more salty flavor than I care for. It was fine for Keith.

Above I have cut the plant lengthwise and have salted and left in a colander for several hours to sweat. Occasionally I would dab at them to take of moisture, but for the most part, they just sat there and dripped. Then I sprinkled a little rosemary and garlic on one side and sauteed for about 90 seconds on each side, then transferred to a paper towel.

below I placed a slice of Gorgonzola cheese at one end. If you use a milder cheese you could add more, the cheese was super strong.

Then I rolled them up and skewered them with tooth picks. If you chill these off, you can remove the picks. Mine rarely make it to the cooler before being eaten.

A tisket, a tasket, I need a bigger basket.

2009-07-11T09:30:00.000-07:00

$70.00 worth of groceries looks like a small amount. UNTIL...

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I try to load it on my Yamaha V-Star 650. I did get a few looks in the parking lot while I was trying to overload my bike. I certainly got more looks on the freeway.

See, this is reason 43 why I belong in Mexico. People don't give you a second glance when you overload a vehicle. Its a common practice and Mexicans seem uniquely qualified in it.

Osprey or Sea Hawk?

2009-07-10T06:41:00.000-07:00

Having grown up in the Pacific Northwest, I call these birds Sea Hawks. This lovely raptor makes her living in the Port of Guaymas. They can have about a 6 foot wingspan and are found on all continents except Antarctica. This day she had caught a small orange fish and was very shy about eating it until we left her alone.

Here is a sampling of the fishing fleet. Port of Guaymas has a long interesting history. It not only serves to support 70% of the states sea food catch, it is also a Naval Base, Industrial Port and Ferry Terminal. There have been battles won and lost in this port that include but are not limited to American occupation from October 1847 until July 1848. Also, a French chap Marquis of Pindray takes over the port in 1851 and travels deep into the State of Sonora to the town of Rayon, where a welcome wagon bestows him with a bullet to his head. The English and Germans also found their way to the port.

The below shot is probably the work dock. Many of the ships looked they need some serious TLC.

Keeping it simple

2009-07-09T06:01:00.000-07:00

For as complex as Mexico is in it's history and culture, their ability to simplify the ordinary is remarkable. We love the blinking traffic signals that warn you of the impending doom that is just about to t-bone you if you don't either speed up or slow down to stop (then be hit from the rear). Another nice feature is this cross walk sign. It not only counts down the seconds you have, but has a little man in motion. As the seconds diminish, he walks fast and faster and breaks into full blown trot before the red man of doom flashes and horns start honking.

Reason 32 that we will live in Mexico. Simplicity in the ordinary. I guess it makes up for all the complexity of the necessary.

Kindle book device-price lowered.

2009-07-08T15:13:00.000-07:00

Just and FYI for all my fellow book worms out there.

NEW YORK - Amazon.com Inc. cut the price of its Kindle electronic reading device to $299 on Wednesday in an effort to attract more bookworms and make the gadget a mainstream hit.
The new price is $60 below the tag the Kindle has had since May 2008. The product originally debuted at $399 in 2007.

Our 4th of July in Guaymas

2009-07-07T06:12:00.001-07:00

We stayed at the Armida Hotel in Guaymas this trip. It is a small place mostly visited by Nationals. The 2nd day there we noticed a large number of 20ish year old men with there young wives and children all having a great time in and around the pool. We saw an older man popping out of his room and pointing to his watch every 10 minutes or so. Before to long, all the young men were gone and only the women and children remained. Then that's when we figured it out, the men started walking by in their uniforms. I worked up the courage to approach the group of young women to ask about the game. Using my poor Spanish, I was answered in perfect English. They were the professional team from Ensenada, the Marineros. They were in town to play the Guaymas Ostioneros.

The game stated at 8PM, so the temperature was not bad, what was bad is the smell. The stadium is located just off the lagoon area that holds the Guaymas fishing fleet.

Because it was ley seca, there was no booze served at the game. I suspect that was the reason for the low turn out, but it did make for an enjoyable time.

We were 2 of about 12 fans cheering for Ensenada. We left after the 4th inning as Guaymas had not scored and Ensenada was ahead by 4.

Other than the language and the smell at the stadium, you would not really notice the difference between American ball and Mexican ball. There were hot dogs (although split and fried on a grill) paraphernalia, Coca Cola, snow cones, popcorn, all the things you could want at a game. What I thought was great is when Ensenada got up to bat, or if they had an error, the sound effects were corny and insulting. Like a baby laughing or Loony Tunes just your basic "nanny, nanny boo boo" stuff. We had a great time.

The San Carlos connection

2009-07-06T12:33:00.000-07:00

From the left. Me, Bruce (Keith says Bruce is doing is Lucha Libre pose here), Jan, Captain and Bliss.
This impromptu meeting was the icing on the cake to our latest journey into Mexico. Jan and I had been writing for about a month now and we are connected in may ways. One being that we are both Army brats, so experienced some of the same things growing up. We are fast friends and it was very hard to say good bye on Saturday. We are both planning the next visit.
Bliss and the Captain are very interesting people as well. Keith hung on every word that Captain had to say about sailing. Keith loves boats and has always wanted to learn to sail. He knows very well how to operate big power boats (40-50 footers) but the idea of being under sail has him mesmerized. Bliss is a singer and artist and I find that intimidating and lovely at the same time.
Blogging is an odd way to make friends. But it is an effective way. We all have very common interest and the act of writing and reading must reach a very intimate place in our being. Jan and I both have this feeling of knowing each other for years, yet we have only known each other for days. Weird. Odd. Beautiful.

Favorite Taco Stand

2009-07-06T09:33:00.000-07:00

We always stop at this stand just North of Magdalena de Kino whenever we are travelling Mex 15. It is on the north end of town on the Free Road. We usually have something new every time and are always very impressed with all of it. There are always many people here, both locals and Arizonans like us. This time we enjoyed Bistec Encebollados y chiles. It was a wonderful burritos filled with steak, onions and mild chiles. Keith inhaled his in just a few bites, then set his gaze upon my lingering last few bites. As we were in a hurry to get to San Carlos and meet the other bloggers, I sacrificed my burro for time. Otherwise, I could tell that he had ideas of spending the day at this taco stand.
The man sitting at the bar was from Tucson, but visiting family in Hermosillo. He stops here going to and from all the time. It had rained the night before, so the parking lot was muddy. While we were there, a DHL truck came bye and the driver placed 6 orders to go. I have no idea if that was part of his delivery service, or if he just really liked the food here. Oh well. Reason 51 that we will live in Mexico. The road side stands are soooo good.

Were outa here!

2009-07-02T12:39:00.000-07:00

In less than 24 hours we will be in San Carlos/Guaymas. It is just a short road trip for us. 6 hours one way. I have google earthed the route (actually we have driven it several times) and I think I have found a route that skirts Hermosillo to the west and then connects back up to Highway 15. Maybe someone out there has taken that Westerly route on 15D south to 16 West, then hooks back up to 15?
Anywho, we are very excited to be going back to Mexico and to get a chance to meet up with my new BB (Blogger Buddy) We have a favorite restaurant there in Guaymas that serves 2 of my favorite dishes. Octopus with butter & garlic and Charro beans. I really need to right down the name of the place and this time I will. But it is next to the giant Palapa restaurant when you just start to enter town before the turn off that takes you down to the old Cortez hotel.
Keith and I have ritual road/boat food. It includes, but is not limited to beef jerky, chicharrones,Gater-aide and some salty chips.
We should be going through most of the areas pretty early, and we usually stop in Magdalene de Kino for roadside breakfast tacos, but I think we will be too early.
I am taking the lap top and I will try to post from the road. We will see how that works, or doesn't.
We love to drive. In Juneau, we only had 41 miles of road. So this distance thing is a thrill for us. Keith used to get tired after just driving for 35 miles, now he is good for 15 hours or more.
i know it sounds weird, but we look forward to the smell of burning trash and the humidity in the air. Reason 85 we will live in Mexico.

Chile Cheater

2009-06-30T09:29:00.000-07:00

Yes, I cheat when I am making my Pork Green Chile Stew. I cannot resist the roasted chiles at my local Hispanic grocery store. Each Saturday morning, they roast whole chiles out in the parking lot in large rotating barrel roasters. They bag them and charge 3 dollars for 2 pounds. Weird price point. All I have to do is wash the charred skins off and remove most of the seeds. Then I just through them in the food processor and bag up portions that I can use later and freeze.

This latest batch I am processing are 2 different types. Poblano and Green Chiles.

For those of you who cook, this will be an easy recipe to follow, for those that don’t I am sorry about the short cuts.

I have made small batches for just my husband and me and I have made enough to take to church pot lucks.

Ingredients:
1-2 pounds of pork stew meat or cut up bite size pieces off a Pork Butt shoulder roast.
Seasoned flour (salt, pepper what ever else you like)
2 or more cups of chicken broth.
2-4 cups of fresh roasted chiles whacked up small or processed to almost a puree.

Dust the stew meat in flour and brown in small batches in a large Dutch oven or stock pot. You don’t have to cook the meat through, just get the flour bonded to the meat. The stewing process will cook and tenderize the meat. If you do over cook it at this point, it has the tendency to get tough.
Once all the meat is browned, add it all back into the pot and throw in any remaining flour and work into the meat to get it to bond. Add chiles and stir until well distributed, then cover with 2 cups of chicken broth. You might need more or less broth depending how juicy your chiles are.
Cover and let simmer for a few hours or until you cannot stand it any longer. I like to cook mine the day before and just warm up the next.
We serve ours in a large bowl over a crisp tostada, beans, shredded cheese, avocado, sour cream and a fried egg on top. Don’t forget the dash of Valentina’s at the end.

Sonora, Cattle Country.

2009-06-26T07:20:00.000-07:00

Well, this is a photo taken just outside Tubac, Arizona. It is a cheesy roadside joint, but we just could not pass up the photo opportunity. But it does bring me to the topic of this Blog. Mexican Beef.

Caborca, Sonora July 4, 2008. This is Keith with a mound of beef and tortillas. He had just finished up getting some dental work done in Nogales and we decided to spend a couple of days visiting this area. I had read about Caborca and we had seen the signs for many years, so we took off for a town that is not well known for much more than its agriculture. However, we came to learn about the newest thing in town. The Narcos. They have started building beautiful mansions near "The Conception of our Lady of Caborca" A stunning Church commissioned in 1692 by Father Francisco Kino. (Here is where Mexico Bob corrected me.) "Regarding the Church and Padre Eusebio Francisco Kino...he was a Jesuit and he founded the original chapel which was about a half mile east of the present church. The present church was actually built by Franciscan priests who replaced the Jesuits in 1767 when the Jesuits were kicked out of New Spain by the Spanish crown."

Long before the Spanish Conquistadors, a well known land baron "El Jefe Soba" united and commanded around 4000 Indians who lived in and around NW Sonora.

April 1, 1895 (Notice April fools day) The American Henry Alexander Crabb waged a 6 day invasion in Caborca. The locals executed him. In April 1948, Resolution #89 changed the name of Caborca to Heroic Caborca.

The area exports raisins,dates,olives and asparagus. It produces cattle for beef and leather works.

The area is not well known for its 75 miles of ocean shoreline along the gulf of California. I suspect it wont be long and these sleepy little places will be on the radar. Puerto Lobos, Desenborque, Estro Las Tanques, Santo Tomas, Las Salinas, San Jorge Bay and a few others.

Hi, my name is Chrissy, and I have a bolsa problem.

2009-06-21T10:01:00.000-07:00

It all started with a innocent trip to the mercado in Zihuatanejo. I needed to pick up provisions for the next week as we were staying in a home in Troncones where at the time there was nothing to buy. The beer truck came by on Tuesdays, the Coca Cola truck on Thursdays. Other than that you had to take the 3 beer drive into Z town for everything else. By the time I realized that I had too much stuff to carry in the small bags being handed to me, it was too late. I chose the largest bolsa I could find and started packing stuff in there. It wasn't long before I could not carry the thing. Finally a nice joven came to my rescue and I paid him well. I fell more in love with Mexico that day and started my obsession with the colorful bolsas.

This is our road bolsa. It has all the necessities when we are driving to Mexico. It stays loaded and ready at all time. It has maps, a binder with helpful information, insurance binders, registrations numerous copies of everything, toilet paper, first aid, spare glasses. A cornucopia of travel related items. She is not lovely, but sturdy and practical.

Ah, where it all started. This is my 19 year old Zihuatanejo bag. She has been to many places both south and north of the border. She is a huge bag and very colorful. She has much more life in her.

JUMBO boy bag. Unless you need a bag to carry enough popped corn to feed everyone on a jetliner, this bag is way to large to fill and be able to carry. I have no idea where or when I got this bag, so he must have arrived with beer or what ever else I sent Keith to the store to get.

Petite mini bag. This bag is too small, but she was part of a matching set that I could not pass up. One of my girlfriends talked me into giving her the practical size matching bolsa, so I have used this little cutie to take a few small items with me if I was going to the shower or to separate stuff in the larger beach bolsa.

Below is the perfect bag. She is very beautiful in color, has a nice shaped bottom and holds most all you need to make a nice dinner for 4-6 in Mexico. She was my most expensive bolsa as well. We were in Nogales getting one of Keith's crowns and doing a bit of window shopping when it started to pour down rain. I had just purchases a nice decorative talavera piece and we had a HUGE line to wait in to walk back over the border. I didn't want to waste time bargaining and when the guy finally arrived with a bolsa that fit my description, I gladly handed him 10 bucks (US dollars) and dashed out to stand 40 minutes in the rain. Considering that I had only paid 15 pesos for my Zihuatanejo bag either the price of plastics have gone way up, or I just paid the price of convenience. Oh well. Reason 76 that I love Mexico. Cheap (mostly), colorful and practical bags.

Perfect medium sized square bottom bag.

A few more photos of the Lion cut.

2009-06-16T07:36:00.000-07:00

If he looks big it is because he is. 22 pounds, but that is up from his normal 20. Maybe now that I can see his body line better, I will monitor his food intake a bit. Both boys get low calorie food, but I think they just eat more of it.

Burford is our 25 pounder. He is not over weight, he is just big boy. He is ignoring Gordy in this photo. His normal behavior towards anything that is not food related. Gordy is looking over at the bunny nest. Mommy bunny moved the babies on Sunday after Gordy hauled one up for me to look at. It was alive and did not look injured. I put him back in the hole.

I took him out into the sun to get a better shot. He is so used to staying in the shade because of his long hair, he wouldn't stand still.

...the Lion sleeps tonight...

2009-06-15T19:35:00.001-07:00

Here is Gordy in his New Lion Cut. OK, Some people might think this is cruel, but we have been doing this for several years and Gordy, being a long haired cat actually now lays still for the groomer because he must know that he will feel better in the Arizona heat. We take these photos so when we move to Mexico we can so the groomer what we want for him, lest there is a problem with our Spanish.
I will be a week away from blogging as I am going up to Grand Coulee Washington to attend the funeral of my childhood friend Barb who died unexpectedly on Saturday. Sad day for me and the world.
Oh, it should also be noted that Gordon has no desire to groom himself, so as he sleeps with me, I am most appreciative of this cut. Keith (husband) on the other hand is a good groomer.

Moving birds to Mexico

2009-06-13T18:28:00.001-07:00

here is a link I found that appears to have a process. I will go to the Mexican Consulate next week and get more information.
http://www.birdchannel.com/bird-magazines/bird-talk/2009-march/traveling-to-mexico.aspx

Hey Tango!

2009-06-13T12:18:00.000-07:00

Tango is our 4 year old Sun Conure. He was actually part of our plan in moving to Mexico. We had always wanted a parrot, but want for him to have a nice aviary in a court yard. So with that in mind, we got him when he was only 5 months old.

Sun Conures are one of the most beautiful birds ever, but they are the noisiest and messiest eaters. We love him regardless. He loves to kiss and cuddle, but is strictly a 2 person bird. Get near him and someone is going to bleed. He can speak a few things, like Tango, Good Boy, Night Night, step up, Good Morning and he is working on Hola! Nancy in Mazatlan has been telling me how difficult it is getting birds into Mexico. I am taking that up as a project here and hope to have some good news for all you other Bird Nerds out in Blogger Land.

Tango, getting ready to attack the camera.

Colima Dog. Good boy!

2009-06-10T09:06:00.000-07:00

Colima Dog was adopted many years ago in, well Colima. He was given full legal immigration status and lived for 10 years in Alaska before moving to Arizona. He is a curious dog, always up to something. Mostly he just wants to get back to his country of origin. Colima Dog is especially interested in Blogging. He spends hours pouring over the excellent information about his native land and appreciates all the other doggie bloggies.

Colima Dog loves the outdoors. Here he is this morning playing in the lantana. He rather likes the color of this lantana over the purple. This color just goes better with his outfit.

Colima Dog is not ashamed of his pudgy belly or lack of moving parts. He is happy just to lounge the day away counting the bird that pass overhead and contemplating his return to Mexico. Stayed tuned for more adventures of Colima Dog and his quest to move back to Mexico. Go Colima Dog. Go!!!

The Bear and the Porcupine

2009-06-09T08:39:00.000-07:00

I am nearly finished with this book. I checked it out of the Scottsdale Library. It is written by Jeffrey Davidow Former USA Ambassador to Mexico 1998-2002. He actually is a good writer. I had expected this read to be just Governmental statistics and junk, but he really has some great stories and insights. The only thing I don't like about the book is that it is awkward to hold. It the size of a Jr. High History text book and bound really tight.

His writing on the drug related issues, cultural differences and political expectations are very easy to follow and appreciate. He also writes this in a fashion that reads almost like a travel novel, so if you don't like the political stuff, you will be delighted with his descriptions of breakfasts at his home, travel that he and his wife took advantage of and alike.

All and all, I am enjoying the book more than I thought I would.

Ostiones

2009-06-08T06:33:00.000-07:00

As misplaced Alaskans, we have never lost of appetite for seafood or our thrill of adventure. We have been eating oysters in Mexico for 20 years. A few raw, but only when we have harvested them ourselves in clean water. The cost is usually excellent and we only purchase them from road side shacks were there are several people already partaking of these tender bi valves. After copious amounts of scrubbing we just put the little gems on a hot hot grill and wait for them to pop open, then serve them with drawn butter laced with salt, garlic and a splash of Valentina's.

Here is our friend Bill checking on our dinner. This was just one of the 2 batches we cooked. The cost for 50 oysters came to around 10 USD. We should have gotten more.

Chacala, Nayarit. Bad Mojo?

2009-06-05T06:33:00.000-07:00

OK, I know I am probably going to take some flack about this. But I don't like Chacala. Sorry, I don't and I have tried and tried for years but something about this place just creeps me out. Maybe it is the fact that there is no real town. Maybe its the huge cyclone fenced off empty area that is guarded by a guy with a gun. Maybe it is the winding road with the blind corners. Maybe it is nothing and I was dropped on my head as a baby.
I have always had a nice time at the beach and the restaurants there, so its not like I have had a bad experience that would cause this feeling. I can see that they are trying to improve the area. Bill says that his Rotary Club in La Penita is helping out with the school there and working with the local health department to clean up the raw sewage being dumped in the bay.
I will continue returning and hopefully one day the eebee jeebees will go away.

Punta Raza, Nayarit

2009-06-03T08:45:00.000-07:00

Punta Raza is a remote beach located down a 3 mile dirt road outside the small farming village of El Monteon. El Monteon is about 3 miles South of Rincon de Guayabitos on Highway 200. This area has been targeted by FONATUR as part of the Riviera Nayarit. I am happy that we got to experience it now. I can only hope they do a good job at preserving this beautiful tropical area.

At the end of the 3 mile dirt road, you will come to the Hotel and restaurant Rincon del Cielo. This hippy like enclave is without power, but runs the kitchen and lights off of gas. There are a few lovely bungalows for rent and the food is excellent. I am not sure if the place is open if they dont have guests or expecting diners. Bill and Charlotte had gone out there a week prior and had made lunch reservations for the following week. The photo above is of the banos. Some of the cleanest I have been in, except for my little attendant below.

He sat patiently until I was done, then I helped him out. He probably was making a good living off bugs and other critters that where going in there.

Some of the fresh ingredients they used for our ceviche.

The entry. The road continues down to the beach. We probably saw 4 or 5 rigs go down and up during the 2 hours we were there. Dogs were playing on the beach and the few people that were on the beach were covering themselves in a black mud and didn't rinse it of for about 30 minutes.

The waves were very small, if any at all. There were some rocks off to the side that would provide snorkeling opportunities. This area was some of the loveliest I have ever been too.

Microwave Pork Fat. Yummy!

2009-06-02T14:16:00.000-07:00

I cannot find these here in the USA because I am sure that the FDA thinks they are some secret weapon akin to the swine flu meant to wipe out all civilization. Regardless, they are tasty (not as tasty as fresh chicharron) fun, cheap and easy. I bet if someone made a commercial about them it would have a disclaimer 2 minutes long. Oh well, reason 66 that we are moving to Mexico. Pork Fat Rules!

Cows and Cops

2009-06-01T10:48:00.000-07:00

La Penita is a combination beach town and farming community. It is close enough to Rincon de Guayabitos to get some tourist traffic and close enough to Las Varas to get some agricultural traffic. Mostly this is farming county, but I have noticed that cattle are starting to be more present. We spotted a few new round pens and holding chutes being constructed, so something is changing. I did find out that free range cattle are the responsibility of the Transito Police. If a roaming cow devours your new papaya tree, you just call the Transitos and give them the ear tag number and they will track down the owner. (Notice the bovine above is tag free, as are most of the cattle I see out and about) Good to know, now if we can just get the cows to leave their numbers when they check in during the night to eat the plants, we can maybe have our own papayas one day.

Punta El Custodio & Jalapeno Chiles

2009-05-29T11:01:00.000-07:00

There is a small bend in the road between Las Varas Nayarit and San Blas Nayarit called Punta El Custodio. Keith and I had pulled over there once on a road trip from Scottsdale to Puerto Vallarta. What looks like a small local beach with no close town is actually a front for a very exclusive and expensive couple of Villa’s. It also serves some nearby local tourists. But my guess this place is pretty sleepy except on occasion. It is beautiful. I would expect that being on an estuary it might get buggy and smelly on occasion, but I am still impressed by its beauty.

Bill and Charlotte drove us up there last week for a look around and Keith snapped this great photo. Now even though this is not tourist season, it was still very very slow for a Saturday. Keith and I were last there in mid March 2008 and it was no different. After we drove up to the gates of the secluded Villa, we drove back towards Las Varas and stopped to take the 9 kilometer dirt road to Playa Tortuga. Along the way we passed a Jalapeno Chile field. There happened to be men out working the field and we happened to be looking for jalapeno plants. We had been to 3 nurseries and they don’t carry them. They told us to start them from seed. Well, that already been tried and fail, we thought BONAZA! We hit the jack pot. The farmers had just finished planting their last plants and had several left over that they were happy to give us along with instructions and a liter of pre-mixed fertilizer. Bill gave them 20 pesos and we took home 15 tiny little plants. Only 2 look like they will make it. But it was a lovely experience all the same. Reason 43 that we will live in Mexico. Farmers delight in sharing.

The Wet Season

2009-05-28T15:59:00.000-07:00

Call me a freak, but the wet season in Guayabitos is one of my favorite things.

As the sun goes down, the critters come out. Our first sign was this green frog in the chive planter. He still had not left come noon, so I hosed him down good and he finally went back into the jungle. Later that night the smaller brown frogs started scaling the 2 stories up to the Mirador. The first time I saw one advance over the wall, I was fascinated. The second one that jumped onto my calf was terrifying.

The mornings are like walking a trap line or pulling crab pots. You never know what you are going to find. I race out the door just after sun up to see what has crawled upstairs and has either died from the poison Bill sprays or I catch snoozing. I found signs of a large iguana, but didn't spot him until a few days later when Bill and Keith came screaming like little girls for me to come remove the big lizard from the bodega. I was able to toss a piece of cucumber down his gullet while he hissed at me. After his snack he left with a little encouragement of my stick. He was also sporting a new stubby tail, so it doest look like this was his first brush with adversity.

and cried wee wee wee, all the way home.

2009-05-26T09:30:00.000-07:00

Phoenix is not home, but it is where we work and collect mail.
It's getting harder and harder for me to leave Mexico. Keith promises that within 3 years time I won’t have too. This trip was no different. We arrived into Puerto Vallarta as scheduled, full of joy, breathing in the humidity and the smell of aviation fuel mixed with burning garbage and grilled meats.
I shall over the course of the next several days write about some of our adventures and observations, but for now I am in mourning. A deep dark bout with grief. For a good deal of the flight back to Phoenix, my eyes leaked. People must have thought that I had either recently been a kidnapped victim or I had been quarantined for the flu. My poor husband has had to deal with this weakness in me since the first time he ever took me to Mexico. He stays close to me and just keeps handing out tissues. Comforting me as if I just burried a loved one.
I had planned on blogging while we were in Guayabitos, but I become a jealous lover of my time in Country. I did not want to share a moment away from my surroundings.
I don’t know if it is the reality of work and life as usual, stopping at Walgreen's to find everything that I want all in the right place. No unusual retail groupings, like hair color and canned tuna. All is perfect here in the United States of America. A fault I cannot overlook, but tolerate only with the anticipation of our next trip south.

Mexican Laundry Products

2009-05-13T11:49:00.000-07:00

I am not persnickety about much, but one hang up I do have is the smell of my laundry. I would pack extra clothes to Mexico just to have them laundered so I could breath in the scent of Mexico when I returned home to Alaska. Now that we live in Arizona, I am able to replicate that aroma because all the same detergents and softeners are available here. This is my latest favorite. Reason 12 why we will live in Mexico. They have way better smelling laundry products than the USA.

Mission Marmalade Accomplished!

2009-05-12T09:04:00.000-07:00

I made Limequat/Jalapeno marmalade for Mothers Day. I have to find something to do with the limequats. I consider myself a pretty good cook, but I have an aversion to baking or anything that might require an exact measurement. My nemesis is that gang of spoons with numbers on them. They lay in wait year after year in my drawer, taunting me with their perfect math and righteousness. I punish them by leaving them in the dark and winging my recipes. We will soon find out if my spite prevails. This batch of marmalade required me to try several things I have never attempted before. Using stuff called pectin and canning. I recall my mother canning ions ago and our neighbors in Alaska used to can salmon all summer long. I should have paid more attention in both cases. If this modified recipe works out I will post it. The directions on the pectin say that I should wait 2 weeks for it to set up properly. We will be in Mexico then, so I am taking 1 jar with us.

Limequats

2009-05-06T09:27:00.000-07:00

My Limequat tree is crazy. This little tree I planted 2 years ago produces lots and lots of fruit all the time, non-stop. I need to find a good way to use the fruit. I was thinking about making a marmalade with jalapeno peppers in it for a little zing. This tree is very hardy and is tolerant to my murderous pruning. Does any one out there have any recipe suggestions and have you seen this plant used in Mexico. I would really like to have a few down there when we move.

Enough with the hair!

2009-05-05T14:49:00.000-07:00

So, I bet no one else can say that within the last 96 hours that your hair has been the same colors as the Mexican flag. Me, yes only me can probably say that. On Saturday morning, it was white. One Saturday afternoon it was green. Today it is a dark red. It is way better than the Barbie doll brown it was. And a far better look than green. Notice that I am well qualified to drive in Mexico as I show my prowless for driving and taking self photos.

Green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I Am.

2009-05-04T10:22:00.000-07:00

No, this is not about eggs or ham, but rather green hair. For the first time in all my life I have experienced a box color emergency. A few weeks back I posted my new-do as a platinum blonde. That was fun for about a week, and then I felt like it made me look old. So while we were at the grocery store, I picked up a box of Ash Blonde and headed home to get my youth back. Just for the record, green hair makes me look old and weird. Something had to be done and at once. I put on my favorite hat and headed back to the store for more liquid youth restorer. Needless to say, this color is slightly better than the green, but is still not normal. I have placed a frantic call to my stylist to see if she can repair this mess. Oh well, again another lesson that I might just need in preparation for our move to Mexico.

Update: I have an appointment this afternoon for repair. Stay tuned...

The "F" word

2009-04-27T14:48:00.000-07:00

Is it just me, or do the last few months seem to be like a Hollywood production? Come on? A newly elected bi-racial President takes his place in Washington and in the history books. Mexico fights a civil-like war with a snarling group of heavily armed drug thugs? Americas Midwest is flooded and their liquor stores cannot keep up with the demand? Swine Flu is suspected of killing hundreds and sickening thousands more? And now an earthquake near Acapulco? Killer Bees in Scottsdale....

I wondered what makes people cynical and paranoid. Well, I think it is a four letter “F” word. Fear. Fear will do wacky stuff to your head and to a society. Already one of the gals that I work with forwarded me an email she received from her sons school saying that over 100 kids had stayed home sick today with reported flu like symptom. There are only 400 kids in the entire school. I really wonder if the kids are sick or are the parents paranoid. Which brings me back to the possibility that I fear may be cynical. I really don’t think I am as per se, but I do think I am cynical to situations. The timing for this virus and the fact that it looks designer in nature has me putting my hand on my chin, squinting and saying hmmm.

Dang, where did I put my hand sanitizer…

How many gringo's does it take?

2009-04-25T16:27:00.000-07:00

To lay a flagstone patio? Apparently only 2. We did a lousy job compared to the one we had done a few years ago by some delightful Mexican men. What took us several hours to do, these guys could have done it in 1 hour and would have had time for lunch. We still have some clean up to do and we didn't set them in concrete because we didn't want to spend the money (we had the stone left over from another project) I got to hang my hammock I got a couple of years ago in San Patricio, Jalisco. Ah, now all I have to do is wait until the sun goes down and I can lounge in my Mexican hammock in my American back yard. A bitter/sweet luxury. Oh, and if anyone wants to know. Cats do not like hammocks.

US Dollars being refused in Guayabitos?

2009-04-24T15:56:00.000-07:00

Our friends living in Rincon de Guaybitos report that Banks are refusing to exchange US Dollars. Is anyone else experiencing this?

Cookbook or Travel Book?

2009-04-21T09:08:00.000-07:00

"You could be a foodie if… you read cookbooks like novels." Ya, well so what! This one is actually written like a novel. Now, I like a juicy fiction book just as much as the next girl, but this cookbook was a journey that I can only dream of. Diana Kennedy has a passion for what she writes and I bet even more passion for things she does not. I have learned a ton about Mexico from this cookbook. I highly recommend it to everyone who is a foodie or a Mexicophile like me.

Pack "rats!"

2009-04-20T09:24:00.000-07:00

We are pack rats. Not in the sense that we hoard stuff, just the opposite I got the nick name "Toss and Pitch" from my Dad. As pack rats I mean we enjoy thinking about packing our bags for Mexico. For some time now we both travel to Mexico with only one carry on each. But that all changed when we learned that our friends have been adopted by a kitten.
Maddie "Marmalade" is 5 months old and deserves all the kitten privileges available. To that end I have managed to purchase a bed, toys, collar and a bling bling engraved tag. So as long as we are now hauling all that down to Guayabitos, I may as well take provisions to restock the Wilkerson pantry. A trip to the Asian market produced 6 cans of wasabi. Wasabi must be a controlled substance in Mexico because if Bill cannot find a food item, then it must be restricted. I had envisioned stepping on the plane with just my travel purse but I see that is just a fleeting vision. Now our friend has ordered a bug fogging machine for us to cart down there. I doubt US Air is going to allow is to haul an airborne poisoning machine as a carry on? You think? I doubt it. We are bound to check a bag and pray for a "green light" at customs in PV.

Fabuloso!

2009-04-11T06:42:00.000-07:00

OK, this photo is actually a knock off brand Festival, but it smells and works the same. Have you ever wondered what makes some side walks of small Mexican towns smells so great? It is this stuff. They use it for cleaning everything. In a country where there are lots of pleasant and unpleasant aromas, this and the smell of bleach permeate your olfactory senses forever. Once I smelled it I was hooked. 15 years ago when we started our journeys (and the airlines where not high security transporters) I would bring this stuff back with us to Alaska. Then I was able to go to my neighborhood Mexican grocery store here in Arizona pay for it with US Dollars. I really felt like I was getting away with something. The clerks must have thought I was "special" as I would have this glowing grin on my face while clutching a gallon jug of purple cleaner to my chest like a newborn. Anyway, it is just one more way to bring Mexico to me when we are not able to be there.

Hair she goes again...

2009-04-09T10:05:00.000-07:00

So, you are thinking, how is she going to tie a new hair do into moving to Mexico? Simple. The easier it is the better. Just 10 years ago I had long brown curly hair. This lighter/shorter version will allow me to consider growing out my silver along with being cooler in the heat.

I like it. But more importantly, Keith likes it. Tango (our parrot) screamed at me when I first got home. But he is over the shock now.

Peruana Beans

2009-04-08T09:55:00.000-07:00

These beans are kinda yellow when they are dry and uncooked. Once cooked properly they are pale and creamy. You might balk at the adding of lard, but trust me. The texture and taste will far out weigh the calories, which by the way are not as bad as you think. 1 tablespoon of lard is 115 calories compared to 1 tablespoon of olive oil which is 200 calories. Yeah! For pork fat!!!

1-2 cups of dry Peruana beans
Rinse beans several times to remove dirt and debris.
Cover beans with 5-6 inches of water
Bring to a boil then turn down to simmer for 3 hours (DO NOT SALT OR SEASON) You may need to add more water. Keep an eye on them from time to time.
Once the beans are tender, you can now add salt. Salting beans before they are cooked will make them hard and dry.
Simmer out most of the water and mash beans into a creamy paste.

Sauté in a separate pan 1 cup of finely diced onion in 1 tablespoon of lard. Add to beans and season with pepper.

Spoon out and sprinkle Cotija cheese.

Chili or Chile?

2009-04-07T18:36:00.000-07:00

OK, I am an idiot and I cannot remember which is which. So being a bad speller with excellent coping skills I have figured out a good way to correctly describe the tiny little hot seed pods that give Mexican food so much flavor and culture. Here it is.... are you ready???? Both Mexico and Chile have an "e" and and 'i" in them. From now on, I wont screw it up.

FM3 Permit

2009-04-07T10:01:00.000-07:00

I am very excited to learn that we can apply for our FM3 Permits here in Phoenix at the Mexican Consulate. An FM3 allows us to live in Mexico and have a one time duty free import of all our household goods. We will need to prove $1,000.00 per month per person income and show an electric bill in our name. FM3 needs to be applied for annually.
I have been to this Consulate a few times. We got our FMT and Vehicle Permit there in 2008 when we did that drive between Scottsdale and Puerto Vallarta. The place is generally packed with Mexican nationals getting their Passports updated and such. Being a blond Gringa, I am generally approached by an English speaking person who sees the confusion in my eyes. The wait is not usually long, maybe 10 minutes or so. There is some language barriers, but politeness and flexible time schedules bares good fruit.

Tularosa, New Mexico

2009-04-05T06:46:00.000-07:00

Interstate Highway 10 must have more billboards than any other highway in the Nation. If we ever run out of building materials in this Country, we could always dismantle all that and build another space shuttle.
We had a lots of first yesterday. First time we had ever cross the Continental divide and something that really touched me. We crossed the Rio Grande.
We drove 588 miles yesterday and had a fantastic visit with our oldest daughters in laws. Marge and Joel Mitchell have a 40 acre ranch in the small ranching town of Tularosa. They have 7 horses, 4 llamas, several rabbits, 9 cats and 4 dogs.
We spent the night in the 300+ old town of La Mesilla. A lovely meal at the La Posta restaurant is a must if you visit this place. Here is the recipe for the steak I enjoyed last night.

Green Chile Beef Tenderloin

Char broil over a mesquite wood the tenderloin to your liking.
Cover with fresh roasted green chili and Monterrey cheese.

Yummy.

More later, right now there are free biscuits and gravy waiting for me down stairs.

Rice and &*^%girlfriend %&**$life

2009-04-03T09:09:00.000-07:00

So, I listen to Mexican radio when I commute. I figure it is a great way to learn some spanish. What I hear are bits and pieces of communication. I can generally figure out the gest of the conversation. Songs are pretty simple. Most Mexican songs are about love, life and struggle. Some even poke fun at being burracho (drunk) and tanto (stupid). Regardless. I feel happy while listening. Heck, I can rarely figure out what they are saying in english language songs anymore.

Anyway, about rice. I have come to learn that Mexicans cook rice way more different than we do. It takes about the same amount of time, but it is more flavorful, colorful and hardy. Here is a recipe that I did last night. It could have cooked longer, but I was anxiuos to get going to a birthday party as we had the Pinata...

1 cup of uncooked rice, rinsed and water shaken off.
1/4 cup of vegetable oil
2 small tomatoes
Cilantro
1 1/2 cups of chicken broth or water
A roast chili if you have one. Membrane and seeds removed
1-2 cloves of Garlic.

In a skillet, saute rice in oil until golden brown and brittle.
While you are doing this, roast the tomatoes over a flame until the skin blisters and you can remove the skin without removing your own. Crap...thats hot.
Use 1/4 cup of stock and the garlic and blend that up in a blender or small food processor.
Pour that into the golden brittle rice, careful, it is going to steam like crazy and burn you. CRAP, thats hot! Cover skillet and simmer.
Throw the tomatoes, chili, cilantro and rest of chicken broth into the blender and blend up until smooth.
Stir rice and add the pink and green stuff you just blended. Cover and simmer.
Stir occasationally so that the rice does not stick tothe bottom. It will stick a bit, but scape it off as that is the good stuff.

This is my own version. You can add or subtract what you like. Just adjust the liquid if you have dont use the juicy tomatoes.

So, I have given Keety a list of snacks we will take on the road trip. I dont know why he even asks me for a list any more. It is always the same. Chicharrones, Iced Starbucks, Green tea Ice tea, beef jerky and fruit. If we were actually crossing the border into Mexico, there would be beer on the list as well. But, alas we are staying El norte this trip.

trying to figure this out!

2009-04-02T12:38:00.000-07:00

So, today I decided to take the first step in actually doing something that would feel like I was moving towards going2mexico! This blog site will keep me accountable and possibly get my creative juices flowing. Keith has always says "Hey why not get your nose out of a book and start getting your head into writing one" well, having been a lousy english student and an even worse speller, I think it is a streatch that I could ever write a book. A blog sounds pretty simple, so I will start with that and see where it leads.