Why nothing new?

My last post to this blog was more than three months ago. Why? One word... facebook. It has become my means of communicating with friends and family. I don't think it is as comprehensive as a blog, but it's easier, more immediate, and without doubt more widely read. So... for the time being this becomes an archive of memories from my first year in Mexico.

I am however considering another blog strictly reserved for the occasional rant. I feel the need to express my frustrations with what I see as the differences between the common perceptions of the world and its events and mine.

Sailing to Guymas on "Phoenix"

Fresh fish

Jose Guadalupe spends his nights very near my boat waiting for small fish to tangle their gills in his net. Then first thing in the morning he heads to the fish market to sell his catch. Sometimes while he is waiting we talk "platicamos" and share the details of our lives. One night I went with him to "Levantar sus chinchurros" (raise his nets).

While he waits for the fish he sleeps in the bow of his "Panga". The other night he tied up to Liberty and during the night it began to rain pretty hard. I checked on Lupe and he had simply wrapped himself up in a tarp and gone back to sleep.

The smoke in the background is the power plant.

A few days ago he stopped by and borrowed my knife (his had fallen in the water) and cleaned a couple of fish which he then gave to me, insisting that I cook them now. It would have been rude to refuse so I cranked up the stove. He told me this type of "pescado" were called "muñecas", which means doll or wrist in Spanish. I'm not sure which the fish is named for... doll or wrist.

I find it interesting that the word for fish is pez, and that's what they are until they are caught and then they are pescado, which translates literally as "fished".

Jose Guadalupe "Lupe" a pescador.

Lupe scaled and cleaned the fish and I fried it in oil. It was delicious.

A Mexican Wedding

When was the last time you attended a wedding reception with a band that contained 13 musicians? Or fireworks? Or all the food and beer you and 200 other guests could eat and drink until three in the morning?

I just attended one in Mexico, and what makes it remarkable to me is that the bride and groom are poor young Mexicans from a very middle class family. The lavish wedding was paid for by family members pitching in what they could afford.

It was the wedding of Paco's cousin Doroly. Actually she is the daughter of Paco's mother Lupe's nephew... so I think that makes her a second cousin although in Mexico there is no such distinction. A cousin is a cousin, no matter how far "removed" they may be. There doesn't seem to be any sense of removal.

Bride and Groom (Novios) at the altar.

That's me with the fresh haircut and corbata (tie).

Paco, Cheli and America - she was a flower girl.
Actually her job was to hand out little momentos
of the wedding called "recuerdos".


Paco with the bride - Doroly, and groom - Fili.

A cool ride for the bride.

Traditional "Banda" playing Sinaloan style music.



The reception was beautifully decorated and held at
"Hacienda Los Angeles" an event park on the edge of Mazatlan.

Keeping her pretty

Liberty is a wooden boat in every aspect except her hull, which is heavily made of fiberglass. There is lots and lots of teak above and below. I love bright varnished teak trim on a boat, but periodically it needs to be re-varnished. I'm in the process of redoing all the teak and hope to be finished by the end of June.
Unfortunately the old varnish has to be removed. The pain of scraping and sanding is the price paid for the pleasure of brushing on a beautiful new coat.

Repairing fishing nets and rocking chairs

A couple of Saturdays ago Paco and his brother Julio and I went to visit Paco Senior at work. He doesn't usually work on Saturdays but there was an extra job and a chance to pick up a few extra pesos. A fishing net needed to be repaired.

Making and repairing fishing nets (chinchurros) is what Paco has done since he was 8 years old. He has worked side by side the other old fellow in the photo (sorry, don't remember his name) for over 40 of those years.

I watched Paco tie knots with blinding speed. His hands long ago ceased to need instructions from his brain. I counted a knot per second.

A few days later I met this guy. The local rocking chair repairman. This is a profession in Mexico. One that may one day exist in America as the "disposable society" can no longer afford to throw things away.You'll see these rocking chairs all over Mazatlan. They're made of welded steel rod and then covered with a web of synthetic cord or small diameter rope. The rope wears out long before the frame does... if it ever does. It took this guy about a half hour to re-string this chair. And it will be good for another few years. He stays busy and supports his wife and five kids by making the rounds all over Mazatlan bringing new life to old rockers.

Liberty Makes The Front Page

Imagine my surprise when I glanced at the front page of the Noroeste, one of Mazatlan's daily papers (there are at least three) and saw my boat in the same photo with the President of Mexico.

I was on the boat at the time and knew el Presidente was just across the way near the Chihuahua Star - the ferry that runs daily to La Paz. I heard the military bands followed by cannon fire and popped my head out the hatch to see the smoke. I didn't count but it could have been a 21 gun salute. The occasion was El Dia De Marinas.


If you look at the photo you'll see President Calderon near the center of the photo. He's the one without a hat. And Liberty is in the upper right. The sailboat with the dark blue hull.

Pretty cool huh? I could have lived in Mexico forever and not had a photo of my boat with the President of the country. Instead it only took six months.