Hell’s Half Acre

We finally extricated ourselves from Mazatlán. We moved an enormous SIXTY NINE kilometers away! (truthfully, I don’t have any idea how far we went; I’m just delighted that we packed up and moved) We loved this spot last year with Mom and Dad (too lazy to provide a link, but eventually I will) and while we were waiting for Jamie et.al. to return the kids and I spent a day down here. It is so lovely; we can hear the very soft waves on the beach, the fishermen head out in the morning and evening (apparently constantino is caught at night here in the lagoon and is said to be “muy sabroso”; we may have an opportunity to sample them tomorrow as we’ve made a request for 10) and the kids play. I washed down an 11mo boy and 17mo girl today and their sweet chubbiness made me want to gobble them up. Brown and LOVING the water, big bellies and happy faces, but not quite chubbalicious to make me consider a 5th. I don’t know if there is anything in the world that would make me consider a 5th. Fifth of tequilla, no problem. Fifth child? Nothing I can think of. So I guess that means I’m set for grandmotherhood.

We had a lovely serenade last night; the entire area was rented for a wedding reception. In contrast to the music/noise we’d frequently have the pleasure? of in Mazatlán, next door at DIF, this was a live conjunto and I, personally, enjoyed the music. Michael, did not. Poor Michael does not yet understand just how LOUD and how BAD the music can be, and as such, does not appreciate the good stuff.

We have our choice of many swimming pools or the lovely (though, when the tide goes out, filled with quemadores (jellyfish)) laguna. Kids and people from town stroll up and down the beach, fishing and walking to school and simply strolling. It is lazy and quiet and lovely and tranquil. Except for the drunks who enjoyed an afternoon sharing our company (but mostly Michael’s) for the miracle of a battery jump (we have no cables) to fall upon their truck, it is idyllic here. Oh, and the jejenes. But we will not speak of them. Once the wind picks up (and by afternoon it is roaring) they are gone, but they love to nibble through the night.

Today we endeavour to stay out of the sun; everyone is quite a bit fried, even though we were careful with the sunscreen. In Mazatlan, I insisted on hats and Tshirts, but that didn’t happen here.