Isla Mujeres: Gringo in Paradise

Gone But Not Forgotten

2011-11-30T08:07:00.000-06:00

As many of you know, my baby brother was diagnosed with cancer 18 months ago. He was 45 years old at the time.

I spent five weeks here in Michigan this summer visiting with him and family. Time that I now cherish even more than I ever thought I would.

As his horrible disease progressed, I was summoned back in mid-October for the final vigil.

My dearly loved brother, Jeff, passed away on November 20.

Although I am still grieving horribly over this loss, I do want to take a moment to share a thought with all of you.

Do not ever allow a loved one to die at home and do not choose to do it yourself. We all seem to think that it is going to be like in the movies. Peaceful in bed with adoring family surrounding you as you draw that last, sweet breath. The truth could not be further from than image.

It is an ugly, horrible, terrible and traumatic time for the patient and the caregivers/family. I'm sure my brother would not have chosen to go at home had he known the truth. His final weeks were desparate, traumatic times as we, the family, strove to care for him as he battled an unending period of nightime dementia. Although I would not hestitate to do it again, I wish that I had not had to do it in the first place. I am still mentally and physically exhausted from the ordeal of trying to make his final time with us as easy on him as possible.

I miss him. I always will. He was my brother and my friend. Rest in peace, Jeff. I know that God has you safely in his care now.

Here I Go!

2011-10-14T06:05:00.000-05:00

As you read this, I am back in Michigan. Bob stayed home to guard the homefront. I am going to be here at least a couple of months again. I wish it were purely for pleasure. heavy sigh.

I will continue to post from there. Some about Isla, but probably mostly about Michigan while I am there. Don't expect to hear from me everyday though. Behave yourselves while I gone!

Growing Up Quickly

2011-10-13T06:05:00.000-05:00

For those of you who don't recognize him, it's Charlie. My "nephew" and son of best friends Carlos and Andrea. He was 7 months old in that picture, taken on Mexican Independence Day.

His mother and father are from the Yucatan originally. Notice that he is wearing the traditional shirt of the Yucatan, the guaybera. So cute.

The Top Side

2011-10-12T06:05:00.000-05:00

I showed you the Dam from the bottom side yesterday, today we need to see it from the top.

This is only part of the massive lake that is formed behind the dam.

I still think that driving across the dam is a bit on the spooky side.

You can see here where one is actually below the water level at one point.

The spillway. I have never heard of its' being used.

Looking down at the generator building.

The upper side of the dam is not renowned for its' fishing. It is a place of speedboats, sailboats, water skiers and jet skies.

And, oh yes, these things.

There is a small inlet off the side of the dam, right beside the road. A marina has been built there and people store all kinds and types of houseboats there when not out on the water.

Some of them are quite large.

Others a bit tinier. But still with plenty of leisure time room.

Some of them have pretty clever names too.

Couldn't read that very well? Try this view.

One thing they all have in common: they love to show off their patriotism. Nothing wrong with that.

I think it is interesting that this phenomenom of houseboats has emerged here on this dam lake. Given all the highspeed boats, I would think they don't really stand a chance of any quiet time on the lake. But there are pontoon boats on the lake also. With motors powerful enough that they can actually tow skiers. It's a pretty lake with a pretty shoreline, but, still, I don't really care to go out on it. Boats, you know.

The Dam Post

2011-10-11T06:05:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I think, and even maybe hope, that it is human nature to start taking ones' surroundings for granted. One of the things we promised each other when we moved here was to remind each other that we should never forget how lucky we are to be living on this beautiful island full time. And how gorgeous the view is from our front deck.

With that in mind, while I was in Michigan this summer, I decided to revisit a few areas that I had not visited in years. I wanted to look at them again with an eye that was not used to seeing them anymore. Would they stand the test of time? Would they be as interesting as I remembered? I think so, but you can judge for yourselves.

Introducing to you the Croton Dam.

This was the first dam constructed on the Muskegon River and it was completed in 1907.

It is 40 feet high and holds 7.2 billion gallons of water. It is capable of producing enough electricity to supply the annual needs of 6000 homes.

A view downriver from the dam.

I wanted to take a walk along the edge, seeking photo ops. That idea quickly came to a halt!

The Muskegon is a fairly quiet river, but not without its' dangers.

A view back upstream. The bridge is the highway that crosses below the actual dam.

I was pleased to see that it was not all icky with grafitti.

There is some good fishing to be had in this river. It attracts a lot of fishermen here below the dam. My brother-in-law told me what they fish for here. But as usual, when he starts talking hunting and fishing, I kind of tune him out!

Just for fun, I used my zoom feature. Just because I can, I guess.

The dam, however, is not without controversy. Some people would like to see it, and it's sister dam at Hardy, torn down. They don't generate enough electricity anymore to be significant, they argue. (tell that to the 6000 homes they supply.) They cut the river into unnatural segments, blocking the natural flow and interaction of fish species. They cause pools of stagnant water to form. They change the oxygen levels and temperature of the water downstream.

I think these two dams will be safe for a long while yet though. At least I hope so. They are part of the history and heritage of the area where I grew up.

Changes On The Way

2011-10-10T06:05:00.000-05:00

Changes seem to be everywhere at the moment. In my life. On the island. To this blog. Believe it or not, I have stopped playing Farmville (or am on my way out of it!) and I plan to devote the time that that hogged out of my life back to my blog.

I thought for awhile that I would just give up on this thing. Things were going on in my life, with friends and family and the island itself, that were upsetting to me and it was being reflected here. Although some of those things have not yet been resolved, I found that I really miss posting and talking here. And sharing with all of you.

I spent most of the summer in my home state of Michigan, visiting family and, especially, with my baby brother and his family. It was a good summer and I made many memories that I will carry forward with me. I have been back on the island for a month now and I truly thought I would be here for awhile. Alas, God and Fate have intervened and I must hurry back to Michigan now.

I can't promise to go back to my former schedule of posting just yet, but I am working on it. You will probably see more posts from Michigan before I really start up on island life again. So bear with me....or not.

Amidst all of these changes, one thing still remains consistent........

Tourists still continue to parade all over town in nothing more than colorful underwear. To each his own, but I still find it terribly cultural stupid.

Some Selections

2011-09-13T06:05:00.000-05:00

I have a lot more pictures of the county fair, but I'm sure most of you are getting sick of looking at them. After today, I'll just keep the rest for my own enjoyment.

Like one of my readers commented, lots of fairs have just gone downhill. I think with the urbanization of America and the Walmart mentality, most people are just not into seeing or participating in agriculture or the country way of life. What a pity.

There were a lot of turkey entries but, for some reason, they were not housed in with the rest of the poultry. Lots of strutting toms. I don't know what that mark is on his chest. Looks like a bullet hole though. Maybe a birth mark?

Good thing they are so tasty because they sure are ugly!

Who doesn't love a little bunny?

Chickens, while being one of the dumbest birds ever created, sure can be interesting. It always amazes me to see all the varieties.

Talk about a bad hair day!

It was a hot week, that first one of August. I'm sure the fair exhibitors quickly grew tired of the heat and humidity inside the barn. Or maybe they just had secrets to share. And what better place to do it?

Horseing Around

2011-09-12T06:05:00.000-05:00

I'm finally back home in Mexico after six weeks in my hometown in Michigan. I find that I am having to acclimate all over again! It sure is hot here.

There are a few new things about on the island and this week is Mexico's Independence Celebration. I don't hold out much hope for the one here on Isla though. The new Mayor has already announced that the celebration this year will be greatly scaled back due to "budget constraints".

I have to get out and about and start updating some photos, but in the meantime, I am going to continue to post about my trip and experiences in Michigan.

While at the County Fair, which is truly a rinky dink affair, I did get to watch a little of the horse games competition. This is something that is near and dear to my heart.

There were some splendid examples of horseflesh on display.

The first event that I watched is the one that I placed in at the Minnesota State Fair so many years ago. It is pole weaving.

As you will see, these kids did not have much practice at it, but they gave it their best try.

The poor horses though. They had no idea of what was expected of them and really got jerked around.

I also watched a little barrel racing. I did give this a try or two in my day, but I really did not enjoy it. I certainly appreciate the skill that goes into a professional ride though. None of which I witnessed on this day.

Some of the kids took their own sweet time with it. That's ok though. We don't want anybody to get hurt. Just to have a good time is enough.

She may have started slow, but she put the pedal to the medal on her return!

This was the only "hotdogger" in the event. Of course, he was a bit older than the other kids and he won.

I really like this shot, even though it doesn't tell much of a story.

She ended up getting her Appaloosa so over excited, she had to dismount to lead him out of the ring.

As you can see in these next two shots, the fair grounds, and especially the horse ring, have an interesting neighbor.

All in all, it was an enjoyable time spent watching these kids and reliving a bit of my youth while I was at it!

Rusty Strikes Again

2011-08-23T09:55:00.002-05:00

Sunday I was at our town park here in Michigan. They have wifi and it is really nice to sit outdoors on the computer. I shut my laptop down as normal and headed for home. Once there, I set my laptop up to do my weekly posting for this blog. Guess what? Nothing happened.

I tried everything I could think of. Even went to the website of my laptop's maker and followed their directions for fixing a computer that won't turn on. Still nothing.

Following the advice of my trusted brother, yesterday I took it to the local repairman. He turned it over and opened up the back. After just staring at it for a bit, he turned to me and said, "What did you do to this thing?"

I guess he had never seen rust inside a laptop before. Or at least not that much. I explained that where I live, that is an evil by-product that happens to anything metal. In a short time too.

With a rusted out mother board and memory card, I had no choice but to turn it in for recycling and purchase a new one. He was able to transfer all of my data to this new computer. Something I have never had the opportunity to do with my old laptops.

I just hope that Rusty gets on his horse and stays the heck out of town!

A Brief Preview

2011-08-19T06:05:00.000-05:00

Here's a little sneak peek at some of the things I will be sharing with you in the days to come.

Vroom, Vroom!

2011-08-18T06:05:00.000-05:00

Of course, what would any celebration be without a classic car display and competition? I found it just a bit dismaying that some of the "classic" cars are ones that I lusted after in my youth! Especially the VW Bug convertibles. I still would like to have one.

So let's start with an old favorite of most everybody. The VW bus.

This one had been specially outfitted inside. I think my friend, Heather, in Playa del Carmen would absolutely go bonkers over this one.

Next up, a classic pickup. Sorry, but I forgot to write down the year of this beauty.

And there was an extra surprise classic to go with it. Sweet, just sweet.

Now this is more what I consider a classic. Something my grandfather would have had.

Remember these giant convertibles?

The giant front seats, non padded dash AND no seat belts! The owner told me that because of that he can only get a permit to display it or drive it in parades. It is not street legal.

Nice little pickup. I think I recall that it was a Willys.

And back to my all time favorite, the VW bug convertible. This one is a 1970 model.

Nice job of restoration on this one. The placard on it said 1939. Now that's old!

I'm not sure why, but I constantly thought of my friend, John C., from Veracruz and recently Puerto Escondido, while walking around and looking at these cars. I guess I thought that this would be something he would enjoy. Am I right John?

I hope you guys enjoyed this little trip down memory lane as much as I did.

Fall In The Summer

2011-08-17T06:05:00.000-05:00

A few weeks ago the first sweet corn of the season was offered for sale at one of the local farms. We took a drive out there and bought a couple of dozen. It was great to eat fresh American sweet corn again, but I think the people selling it jumped the gun a bit.

While there, I noticed that they had guords for sale. Interesting things, guords.

A Different Form Of Transportation

2011-08-16T06:05:00.000-05:00

Something new to the community since I was a lad, is the influx of Amish. Of course, they do not use motorized vehicles to get around. It is not uncommon to see this site all around town.

Most people do not mind that they have to deal with horse drawn vehicles in traffic, at least not now that state law requires the Amish to display the orange "slow" vehicle sign. What they do mind is that they are not required to, nor do they voluntarily use, the poop baskets attached to their horses. It is not uncommon to see piles of horse manure in the Walmart or local grocery store parking lots.

I see a lot of horses exhibiting this behavior. It usually means that the horse has a sore mouth or that the bit doesn't fit correctly. That's all I'm gonna say.

Doors As Art

2011-08-15T06:05:00.000-05:00

As part of the Baby Food Festival, the local are council sponsored a door painting contest. The doors were then displayed at various businesses around town. The finale to the event was displaying all of the doors at the County Fair and a public auction was held. Proceeds going back to the local art council. Part of the Director's initiative to make art available to the public. By the people, for the people. I like that attitude.

Here then are some of the entries.

Detail from the one above.

This was done with those flat jewel stones. Lots of work here.

I'm not sure about the message of the one on the left. The world begins in Michigan?

This had to have been done by a member of the farming community.

Detail from the one above.

Of course, these next two were my favorites. How could they not be? Painted by my neice and nephew, in that order. Ages 10 and 13.

Maybe this is something you could do in your community.

Celebration!

2011-08-12T06:05:00.000-05:00

Every small (and large!) town in America has some sort of festival. My hometown is no exception.

When I was growing up, it was called Old Fashioned Days. The carnival came to town and set up in the park. Merchants dressed in old time costumes and sold their wares from the streets. Antique cars abounded. And, of course, the highlight was the parade on Saturday afternoon.

But times have changed. Twenty-one years ago the festival I knew in my youth was abandoned and replaced by.....what else.....a baby food festival! After all, my hometown is the home of Gerber Baby Food. Actually, I'm surprised they did not change the name to Gerberville long ago.

But don't get me wrong. Gerber was and is a substantial part of the community. They have never been a take from the community company. The town is full of examples of their philanthropic goodness. Although the name still exists, the company was sold to big business years ago. I believe Nestle's owns it now.

So, then, let's see what the current festival is all about.

I'm really torn here. I want, oh how I want, to say totally snarky things in this post. But I feel a certain loyalty towards my home community also. Can I meld the two?

Main Street is closed off to traffic during the Festival. Merchants and vendors set up along the way.

I thought these were provided for relaxation. Nope. They were for sale.

Saturday morning, bright and early and kindof a rainy day, my sister-in-law hauled me off to the parade. I couldn't help but compare it to the last parade I had been to. The Karnaval in Merida. Certainly no comparison though.

The parade was led off by members of the local police force, sirens blasting. Followed closely by representatives of our servicemen. I was flabbergasted by how many people did NOT stand when Old Glory passed by or salute. Shame on them.

The first float to follow was the local royalty. I guess this is not a popular title to hold. At least judging by the size of the court.

No, this is not the Jolly Green Giant. Wrong state. She, like every body that passed, is carrying candy to hand out. It is against the law to throw candy to the throngs. They have to walk up and just drop it at your feet. Silly. I thought that if they were going to get that close to me, they could at least hand me the candy and not just unceremoniously drop it at my feet. How rude.

The ingenuity of the entrants knew no bounds.

I think there was a mud rally of something going on later. Either way, I liked this bug.

The sweetest Queen in the parade.

I am so glad that they did not throw stufff from this float. I would have hated to try to catch asparagus spears.

The balloons were just a pretext to advertise their business. I only saw them give one away.

What possesses people to want to be a clown? I will never understand it. I don't even know anybody who likes clowns.

I like the horse related entries.

Maybe it's just not our festival. Look how small this court is too. Is the desire to be a small town Queen of something dying out? Or did they just not have enough room on the float for everybody? At least they got their waves correct.

These guys were really good. Or, at least they made a lot of noise. Notice that they are not banging on drums.

When all was said and done, I really did enjoy this piece of small town Americana. As evidenced by the stash of goodies we brought home!

My Constant Companions

2011-08-11T06:05:00.000-05:00

Staying on the porch for just a bit, my constant companions are the hummingbirds that flock to the feeder that hangs there.

They are fearless little things. They could care less that I am sitting mere feet away.

I have noticed a change in their behavior lately though. I think maybe because they sense that fall is coming on and they are feeling the need to stock up on energy.

Where I mostly used to just see the colorful males, I am now seeing females and juveniles also.

They are constantly at war with each also. Sometimes as many as five at a time will soar and swoop or shoot straight up into the air like miniature helicopters. At times they actually bang into each other. I can hear the dramatic little thunks when they slam their bodies against each other.

I am grateful that I get to sit here each morning and enjoy their world.

I hope you do too.

Catch Me If You Can

2011-08-10T06:05:00.000-05:00

I seem to spend a lot of time on my sister's side deck. I really like listening to all the birds, the wind whispering through the trees and, at times, just the silence. It is never silent on the island.

The property sits in what was once a thriving apple orchard but has now mostly been leveled for development. It is still ringed with old apple trees though, which attracts a myriad of wild life.

Do you see what I see?

As it jumps around, I think you can identify it.

At The River

2011-08-08T06:05:00.000-05:00

Besides spending a lot of time with my family, I am taking the opportunity to rediscover the natural beauty that abounds in Western Michigan. I guess growing up here, I took it all for granted. I have been away from this area for so many years, it is almost like exploring a new land for me.

There is a tiny town not too far away from me that has the Muskegon River running through it. This river is swift but beautiful. Lots of boat races and tubing goes on here. In fact, almost everything that can be done on a river is done here.

I can certainly understand the fascination of kayaking this river. The shoreline is beautiful.

There is also a park, of sorts, that has been built along the river. It goes by the main bridge that crosses the river and past this old railway bridge. I am not sure if it is still in use or not. Certainly quite interesting though.

The river, though fast flowing, is not very deep here. Lots of swimmers come here to splash around and cool off. Yes, it does get hot in Michigan!

Looking upstream to the main highway bridge.

Look at the log. Just to show you what the current is like here.

We stuck around until sunset. I had heard that it could be very colorful here and we were blessed that night to catch one of the more vibrant one. The pinks on the water were especially interesting.

Stay tuned. There is a lot more nature and exploring to come! I know, not the same as a picture of North Beach, but equally interesting to me in a totally different way. I hope to you also.

The Final Sunrise

2011-08-05T06:05:00.000-05:00

Well, not really the final, final sunrise. But the last one I will be seeing over the Caribbean for awhile.

This was the view off my front porch the morning I had to leave to catch a plane for NOB.

As the sun got higher, the colors totally changed.

Saying Goodbye For A While

2011-07-15T06:05:00.000-05:00

I'll be saying goodbye to Isla Mujeres next week. Not forever, but for a bit of time.

I will be returning to Michigan for the rest of the Summer and early Fall. Perhaps longer, I'm just not sure. I'll be with family again, the same place I was in May. Personal reasons that I don't care to go into here in this public forum.

I will be posting from Michigan. So if you want to follow along, please do so. Just do not expect posts from our about the island for awhile.

I hope that you will join me as I once again discover what the great NOB land has to offer!

Catching A Wave

2011-07-14T06:05:00.000-05:00

Regular readers will be very familiar with the rock formation across from my house that I refer to as Crocodile Rock. But did you know that it has a cousin, just a bit to the north?

Meet Iguana Rock.

This is a favorite fishing spot for local lads and Gringo retirees alike. I think it is more to practice their skills or pass the time than to actually catch anything.

While looking out at the ocean that day, I happened to spy some movement in the water directly in front of my house. This is about the normal size of waves on a normal day.

Two of our local fun seekers where out there with boogie boards.

And evidently having the time of their lives.

I like how they even donned surfing wear. Perhaps to protect them from the jagged rocks that lie very close to the surface?

At any rate, it was fun to watch them having fun.

Clean Up Time

2011-07-13T06:05:00.000-05:00

Here in the tropics, hurricane season is in full swing.

One of the things that happens is that the city puts out the word to all residents to clean up their properties and get rid of any loose objects that may become projectiles in high winds.

As you can see, my neighbors do not think that this applies to them.

Trust me, even as a hurricane comes ashore, that stuff will still be there. Makes me a bit angry, it does.

Charlie

2011-07-12T06:05:00.001-05:00

I haven't posted anything about our "nephew", Charlie for awhile. I thought I would share a couple of pictures of how he is growing. Hard to believe that he is four months old now.

Charlie seems to always be happy. I have yet to hear him cry. Oh, he'll start to fuss a bit when he gets hungry, but he just isn't one of the kids who feels the need to cry all the time. Thankfully!

Carlos and Andrea are perfect parents. It warms my heart to see the three of them interact. Especially Carlos. It is so clear that he loves this kid. And that the kid loves his Dad!

About to give Daddy yet another beso. (kiss)

Is it any wonder that this kid is good looking?

I love this picture. It just makes me want to hug him all the more!

A Different Perspective

2011-07-11T06:05:00.000-05:00

Normally, if we want to really view the sunset, we head over to Playa Sol on the north end of the island. Recently we decided to check it out from a different vantage point.

These sunset pics were taken from the north deck of the restaurant Bally-Hoo.

Although it wasn't all bad, I didn't enjoy the sunset from this perspective as well as Playa Sol. I don't think I will go there again for sunset. I will continue to go there for breakfast though. Can't beat it!

To The Beach!

2011-07-08T06:05:00.000-05:00

On a slightly overcast day recently, I took a drive down to the beaches to see what, if anything, has changed. With the constantly changing currents and storms, the beach never seems to stay the same. Here is what I found.

This is the side beach to the Hotel NaBalam, across from the Avalon. Notice my beach/water guide, that stick, is now deeply in the sand. I think last time I posted it was well into the water.

Even in the middle of the channel, the water level is low enough that lovers can take a stroll, hand in hand.

The view from the bridge. Plenty of room to spread out your towel. Not many people to see though.

This is the beach on the other side of the bridge. In front of the old Casa Maya, now renamed Villa Kin. One of my readers asked for a picture of the condition of it. As you can see, it is doing just fine.

Here's a close-up of those people out by that rock in the photo above. Loving this zoom!

Now we are over at the true North Beach, at the Hotel Maria del Mar. They have added this new deck off the side of that huge new palapa that they built. Not sure what the upstairs will be used for, but underneath is quite evident.

Even though I personally dislike the swing seats, I am glad to see that they are sturdy.

This beach has always been great for waders, children, people a bit afraid of the water and for just cooling off. It takes a long time to get any depth to it and it is always clear.

This so totally disgusts me that I am almost (almost!) at a loss for words. The Hotel Maria del Mar has the concession for this stretch of beach. Which means that they can set up lounge chairs, umbrellas and those icky, germ infested beds and charge for them. But can they maintain the beach area and make it a pleasant place to be? Evidently not. It would appear that the peso is more powerful than the rake. (not to mention, this stuff stinks!)

Despite the greed of the entrepeneurs, North Beach has always been a bit of a magical place. How much better does it get, sitting under a palm tree with that gorgeous blue water in front of you? Not much.

Staying On The Malecon

2011-07-07T06:05:00.000-05:00

Walking south from the destruction of the Perla Hotel along the malecon, one comes upon some new artwork/murals painted on the walls. Again, no signatures, but I am assuming they were painted by school children. Or at least somebody without a lot of training.

To me, they have almost a Grandma Moses type quality to them. Primitive but interesting. And, if you ask me, they are drawn to scale!

No matter the quality, I still think it is great that some color and ingenuity has been added to the otherwise bleak walk along the malecon. Of course, one could always look to the left out to sea.

Just past the wall where the above picture was taken, the malecon gives you the choice to turn right and head over to the town square with its' fabulous hardly-ever-functioning fountain, or to the grocery store. Along the way, you will pass by another one of Isla's newer statues.

This one a salute to the ever burgeoning industry of whale shark watching and snorkeling.

A very good depiction of this fish. Of course, I have never seen one in the wild. Nor do I think I ever will. Unless I am hi-jacked and taken to sea by some depraved individual.

I have also been led to believe that this is not to scale. The statue is much smaller than the mammoths you will actually encounter out to sea. There are some very fine pictures and videos on the web of this activity.

Translated: Whale Shark. The largest fish that is known to exist on the planet today. Habitat in the warm oceans and seas, in the area of the tropics.

I guess that is about all you really need to know.

Coming Down! Or Not.

2011-07-05T06:05:00.000-05:00

Some things are just sad. Like the demolition of the old la Perla hotel on the malecon. This used to be a bright jewel as you strolled the old malecon. The pool always looked refreshing.

For several years now, it has just been boarded up and rumors have flown about its' demolition and the subsequent use of this prime piece of real estate. But nothing ever happened.

Then, maybe a year ago, they brought in wrecker balls and bulldozers and started to rip it down. For a bit. Just as suddenly as they started, they stopped. Nobody seems to know why.

The rooms just stand empty and forlorn. And, as the local paper will point out with righteous indignation, it is a dangerous place to be around, it is a hazard to anybody walking by it, should it suddently decide to give up the ghost and fall. Plus it is a magnet for wildlife. Both the four legged and two legged kind.

See what they mean? There are no barriers between the malecon where people stroll and these piles of debris. I agree with the local paper. It is time to get this cleaned up and move on.

Here you can see its' proximity to the malecon and the ocean.

Since I was right there, I thought I would get a shot of the hurricane surge/wave barriers that are in place to protect the malecon. I'll let you know how that does or does not work out.

Playa Mexico

2011-07-04T06:05:00.000-05:00

There's another (relatively) new place on Isla for you to go pass the time and relax with the water, sun, sand and maybe a cocktail or two!

Playa Mexico has now opened its' doors on the Sac Bajo road. The entrance is just past the old Cristal Mar Condos, so not very far past the turtle farm. In fact, it may be the old Playa Tiburon. Not really sure about that.

There is a small parking lot for your car, golf cart or motorscooter. After you leave the parking area, you are led down this garden path to the giant palapa.

And I do mean giant. This thing is huge.

Although not open when we there, the restaurant area looks like it would be a great place to dine.

Passing through the restaurant area, there are a few steps down to the actual beach. The main bar sits off to your right. If it is your first visit, your first drink is free!

There is a huge volleyball area, should you feel the need to work up a sweat.

Of course, the obligatory swing seats at a bar. Whoever thought up this idea should be shot. (IMHO) They are nothing but knee bangers and not comfortable at all.

The actual beach area lies between two docks. I'm sure these used to host tourist boats from Cancun. I doubt that they see much activity now days. A friend of mine says it is great to walk out to the end and jump off. I'll take his word for it.

Here's a better shot of the beach area. Like most of the beaches on the west side of the island, those facing Cancun, it is covered with seagrass. You can only go a little ways out before you encounter it. If it doesn't bother you to wade or swim with seagrass rubbing against you, go for it. Me, it gives me the creeps to even think about.

There is plenty of room though to put a lounge chair in the water. Another drink just a waiter away!

Kite sailing off a boat in the bay area.

Usually though, the most activity that you will see is the occassional fishing/tourist boat pull up to the dock next door.

The day we were there, there was a young Italian man with a couple of surfboards. He was sharing them with whoever wanted to go for a paddle on them. I'll leave you then with pictures of him getting his exercise while enjoying the sun and surf.

Looked like a lot of work to me!

A Couple Of Nice Ones

2011-07-01T06:05:00.000-05:00

While we're looking at some of the newer statues around the island, I thought I would show you this one. I really like it and find it very classy.

It is located on the first beach that tourists come to as they walk north on the island from the ferry. It seems to be marking the entrance to the area known as Playa Posada. It is also where most of the fishermen land with their catches.

The fish on the right is labeled a blue marlin.

The one on the left is a barracuda.

Again, I think they are done well and add a bit of class and interest to the street and beach.

Pretty Is As Pretty Does

2011-06-30T06:05:00.000-05:00

Now, wasn't that nice.

Let's Talk Iquanas

2011-06-29T06:05:00.000-05:00

One of the first things I did upon returning to the island from Michigan was to take a little tour around the island. It is good to do that every once in awhile. Things can change fast.

I had been hearing some nice things about a new statue out at South Point and wanted to check it out. The praise was well-founded.

Looks like something out of Jurassic Park, doesn't it? I was amazed at how life like it was.

Whoever did this, got it right. The coloring, the skin folds, all of it. I just wish this island would do a better job of giving credit to the artists who create these things.

And, just for comparison, here are some of the real thing that were running around that day. Not much difference except for size.

I mean, really. Compare the curve of the mouth here with that of the statue. Nice.

This guy wasn't angry at me. There was a territorial dispute going on and I just happened to push the shutter at the right time. When you see them act like this, good thing they aren't as big as that statue!

Here Birdie!

2011-06-28T06:05:00.000-05:00

We don't have a lot of songbirds here on the island. Mostly because there is so little for them to eat. But we do have a plethora of sea birds. Here are a few.

The pier poles are a favorite resting place for the local pelicans and seagulls. Or maybe it is an outlook?

Once in awhile the seagulls will just wander around on the docks, not quite sure of what they should be doing or where they should be going. Much like the tourists.

Of course, the pelicans think the seagulls are just silly.

Although not a particularly pretty bird, pelicans are fascinating in their own right.

While sitting at my computer one day, it started to sprinkle outside. This bird landed on the wall that borders the back of my property. I think it is some kind of dove. It seemed to be taking advantage of the light shower to shower itself.

I had never noticed that blue ring around their eyes before. Maybe because I have never been able to get so up close and personal.

I'm really not very pleased with the way that the color doesn't upload to Blogger very well. It appears very washed out to me and has lost the brilliance and intensity that it has on the computer. I wonder what I can do about that?

I'm Loving It

2011-06-27T06:05:00.000-05:00

I have to say, that despite its' bulk, I am loving this new camera. There are a lot of features on it that I have yet to discover and/or conquer. But for now, this zoom is really ringing my bell. This is the last time I will do this to you, I promise. You will most assuredly see zoomed photos in the future, but I won't necessarily point them out as being that.

Here then, is what has my boat floating.

Regular shot. (keep your eye on the horizon)

1/4 zoomed.

1/2 zoomed.

3/4 zoomed.

Full zoom.

Since I can't print from my computer for some reason, I have to talk somebody else in this house to print out the pdf manual for me. A little over 80 pages. Once that is done, I will be able to amaze myself with even more features. I hope!

Being An Outcast Has Its' Moments

2011-06-24T06:05:00.000-05:00

Being the only member of my family who smokes, and who ever has, I am the outcast child. My sister takes pity on me though and allows me the use of one of the side decks for my evil pleasure.

While standing on the rail one day, looking out at nature and her glory, I thought I saw movement. Way out there by that group of trees.

I grabbed my camera, hit the zoom and used it like a pair of binoculars. And what should I see?

And another one!

And still more! Lying down, chewing their cuds, just having a peaceful afternoon.

A few were up and about though. It just amazed me that I could not see them from the deck with my naked eye. Great camo.

There is a huge problem in my hometown with city deer. They are everywhere.

I started making clucking noises, to see how they would react. They definately heard me.

But, the best was yet to come. I finally got the answer to the age-old question......

What does a deer do when they think nobody is looking?

Close-up And Interesting

2011-06-23T06:05:00.000-05:00

Images from a perennial garden. I could not figure out how to use the macro setting on my new camera so I just got in as close as I could.

Enjoy.

By The Shore

2011-06-22T06:05:00.000-05:00

I had to drive to Muskegon one day. That is where the closest Target store is to my hometown. I still had a few things on my NOB list to try to find. While there, it is only a short detour to head over to the shores of Lake Michigan. This was my ocean growing up.

My, how things have changed. It used to be a wild, wooly place and quite the hike to get over the sand dunes to the water. Now they have built these wooden walkways everywhere, making it easy to get to the water. Or at least see the water. I like that the Lake here is now handicap accessible.

There are the signs the go along with the 21st century crowds everywhere. Do this, don't do that, go here for this, don't do that here!

One of the smaller piers with its' lighthouse.

No hill is too small for these wooden pathways. There are two ways up. Stairs and a ramp.

It was cold the day I was there and nobody was in the water. Smart people, those Michiganders.

I don't think I'll be heading back to Lake Michigan anytime soon. Been there, done that. I prefer my beaches flat and my water crystal clear. Am I spoiled now?

The Great Outdoors

2011-06-21T06:05:00.000-05:00

Not every day that I was in Michigan started with 48F and ended with 65F. A few of the days were glorious versions of late Spring. I took the opportunity on one of these days to revisit someplace that is near and dear to my heart.

I remember going there as a child with the family and having a picnic and a day of fishing. (and getting made fun of because I refused to touch the icky worms!) Then, later, as a teenager, this became a favorite haunt for keggers and small drunken get-to-gethers with other wild, rascally pubescent youth. Thus I am not going to name the spot. But I will share its' beauty with you!

The way to the best vista is over this bridge. Bring mosquitoe repellent!

The large body of water here feeds this creek, which runs under the above bridge.

And, of course, every bridge has two sides!

If you take your time to really look, Spring will gladly show off for you. There were lovely little bouguets of cowslips.

The occassional jack in his pulpit.

And, naturally, the ever present dandelion. A weed with its' own beauty.

But this is what I came to see and I was not disappointed.

But wait. What's that out there in the water?

NICE.

I don't know. Maybe because this is the type of environment I was raised in, but I think this type of place has just as much beauty and appeal as any beachside sunset. But I like them both!

Fruity Goodness

2011-06-20T06:05:00.000-05:00

Since I was recently visiting Michigan for a couple of weeks, I think it only fitting that I spend a few days here sharing it with you.

The part of Michigan where I was raised, western, is the fruit belt of the state. Fruit trees reign supreme all along the western coast. My home town is no exception. Apples are predominant though.

I was lucky enough to be there as the apple trees were in full blossom. What a lovely sight and what a lovely fragrance!

Here you go!

ZaZaZaZooming

2011-06-17T06:05:00.001-05:00

I mentioned earlier in the week that I bought a new camera with a terrific zoom. I thought I would give you a quick example of the power that is now in my (evil grin!) hands!

In this picture, notice that tiny white dot just to the left of the hummingbird feeder.

Now let's zoom in on it. Surprise!

I can't wait to take this baby out into real life!

Michigan Sky

2011-06-16T06:05:00.000-05:00

I arrived back in Michigan in mid-afternoon. By early evening, the blue sky was disappearing and a storm was moving in. I love big, dramatic clouds like this. Enjoy.

Seen In Merida

2011-06-15T06:05:00.000-05:00

I love the looks of this corner bar. And it shares its' name with the neighborhood where I live on Isla!

Another Name For Sink Hole

2011-06-14T06:05:00.000-05:00

When I visit my friend in Merida, one of the things we love to do is take day trips off to explore somewhere. On this particular day we headed out in the direction of Celestun, with the intention of just stopping at any place that caught our attention. We saw a sign for a cenote and headed in that direction.

I forget the name of this particular one. Something that started with Coc. Not very large but definitely part of an underground river system. I bet that water was icy cold!

Here is the entrance as seen from ground level.

Should you not already be wearing your bathing suit, or want to change out of a wet one, this very convenient changing room has been set up nearby.

To get to the water, it is necessary to descend a wooden ladder. The water in this cenote is crystal clear and perhaps only 15 feet deep.

Of course, you can just sit right on the lip of it and gaze down into the water and anybody bold enough to stand the cold water.

Like these people.

There is no age limit to enjoying a cenote. They are enjoyed by all members of the family.

A favorite pass time of the local youth, who get here by foot and bicycle, is jumping in. I must admit, it is a favorite of mine too. To watch, not to jump!

This particular system was strung with ropes for people to hang on to. You don't want to get sucked too far along with the current and maybe get trapped down there. A floatation device is usually a good idea too.

More jumpers.

There is a well worn path that leads to who knows where away from the cenote. Maybe a nearby village? At any rate, curiousity pulled us along it for aways.

And what should we discover but another entrance to one of the arms of this underground system. Of course, too small for humans to enter.

The sun must have sent a shaft of light down into the water through this hole. Almost everybody who was down there eventually found there way to this opening. It was fun to see who would show up next, unaware that they were being observed from above!

All in all, it was another hot, enjoyable adventure in the Yucatan. I hope to have more of them.

Another Sunset

2011-06-13T06:05:00.000-05:00

Last Thursday night I arranged to meet a new visitor to our island at Playa Sol for sunset. We had never met but she contacted me through our ad on CouchSurfing. It is a worldwide network where one offers the free use of a spare bed in their home to travelers. Contact me for more info. It is a great site and a great way to meet interesting people from around the world. Lexi was here winding down from an extensive tour throughout Mexico. She is from Romania and a professional photography and very, very interesting to talk to.

At any rate, I bought a new camera while I was recently NOB. A Kodak EasyShare Max. It is one of those big honkers that I can no longer hide in my pocket. I guess I have now moved up a level or two. It has a 30x zoom, which I will be demonstrating later. Watch out tourists!

The sunset was ho-hum, to say the least. But can there really be an ugly sunset here? Here are my top 5 favorite shots. Notice the lack of people on the beach at sunset this time of year.

This is my favorite of the group.

I know, dear readers, that I have been at the bottom of a hole recently with no way out. I think I have found a ladder though and am slowly making my way to the top. I certainly have a lot to talk about and share with you and I promise to be better now. Please stick with me.

Into The Biosphere -Part 2

2011-05-30T06:05:00.000-05:00

Back in the car and following the sandy, two track road along the edge of the biosphere, we came across this look out tower.

Being as how this was an adventure, we climbed up to the top. I was sure glad that I did when I saw the view from up there.

We had a perfect view out over the brackish swamp water that collects on the edge of the ocean.

As you can see, we were up aways!

The next two shots are looking back and out towards the Gulf of Mexico. You can see the water in the distance.

We then drove as far as we dared, without getting the car stuck. After securely a somewhat secure parking spot on the edge of the road, we ventured down to the water to collect seashells and garbage.

But before we did, we passed a stand of Nopal cactus. We have not had them on the island for years now. They were all purposely eradicated because they were infected with a caterpillar that eats them. We did not want it to spread to the mainland and wipe out the entire Yucatan population of Nopal. You can still see the white traps around the island for trapping the moth stage. I have heard that once the traps are free of moths for six months, we can grow Nopal again. Hasn't happened yet and I think it has been four years or more. Of course, I personally know people on the island who still have them hidden away in their backyards. We'll never get rid of the moth that way.

Heading back into town, we passed the marina. And I had the chance to get a shot of a very typical scene around here. Just another family out for an outing like us!

For those of you who follow me on Facebook, it comes as no surprise to learn that I am currently in Michigan visiting family. I will be home later this week and will pick up the blog again then.

Into The Biosphere

2011-05-17T06:05:00.000-05:00

After we had explored the beach area, we stopped for a quick breakfast at one of the Mama and Papa places in town for a quick bite to eat. We were heading into the biosphere after that to do some exploring and shelling. My friend is very environmentally aware and she had also brought large garbage bags along. We planned on taking shells and garbage from the beach. Something, I assure you, we found plenty of!

As we headed into the brush area that lines the beach road, P stopped the car in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. He announced that he had a surprise side adventure for us. (He knows how much I love a good adventure!) We were going to visit a little known and probably less often visited cenote! (sink hole, underground river, or swimming hole) We crossed the road and pushed through some very dry brush and found this path.

I was a bit suspicious of just how "rare" this cenote was if the path could be this well worn. When asked why it was so worn down, P replied that it was used by crocodiles going from water place to water place. I didn't know whether to believe him or not, but I kept as close to the middle as I could anyway. Just to err on the side of caution!

It wasn't long before the path ended and we were greeted by this wooden walkway.

It reminded me of the kind of walkway one finds in NOB parks and wetlands. A lot of them built by the CCC during the depression. I don't think that that was the case here though.

Here's a close-up, lest you think walking along it was a piece of cake. Plus it kept getting hotter and more humid as we got deeper into the shrub jungle.

Oops. This is out of sequence. It is the view throught the bushes that lined the dirt path. Once in awhile there would be a gap and this is what we saw. Vast flatlands of tepid, stagnant water, dotted with the decaying limbs of bygone trees.

These trees had probably been damaged by previous storms or hurricanes. We were very close to the Gulf of Mexico here and the storms probably rip right onto shore.

Hide and seek. Find the heron.

I think some of the stumps are old mangroves. At least the root system seems that way. Mangroves are a very important part of the eco-system here. Destruction of them is one of the main reasons Cancun is decaying and eroding so fast.

Now here's something you don't see very often on this blog. A picture of me! Usually I am behind the camera, where I prefer to be! I wanted to show you that the way was not always easy and not always fun. This had better be one heck of a cenote! It took us about 25 minutes to get to it.

The jungle growth along the way was very lush and interesting. And buggy. Still, it was a fun walk and we stopped often to admire various plants and to point out spiders, centipedes and anything else that caught our attention.

Finally, the sidewalk ended at a pool of water and there we were!

Not exactly the kind of cenote that one wants to take a swim in. Or even put your feet in!

It was more like a shallow marsh, but the setting made it very special and it was full of all kinds of fish. And other unmentionable stuff.

We lingered there just long enough to get a good sense of it and have a little rest. We had to get back to the car and, more importantly, to the water bottles that we have left there. I didn't think it was going to be that long of a hike so I didn't want to burden myself with too much stuff. Lesson again learned. Never leave your car in the Yucatan without your water bottle!

Next we'll delve even deeper into the biosphere and hit the beach.

Day Trip

2011-05-16T06:05:00.000-05:00

I was in Merida again last month, visiting my friend there and helping her "not" celebrate her birthday! The only thing she wanted to do for her un-birthday, was go someplace and eat seafood on the beach. Easily enough done from Merida!

Since we had all been to Progresso more times than you can shake a stick at, we decided to head for a different Gulf of Mexico location. A sleepy little town just NE of Merida and east of Progresso, Sisal. Sisal is also the entrance point to the Ria Celestun Biosphere and thus, a protected area.

The first thing I say when we got to the beach area of town, was this dock. A much smaller version, but very reminiscent of the one in Progresso.

But getting to that beach and view was an interesting walk in itself. Along the way, we passed "City Hall" and were able to get out of the hot sun for a bit under this walkway. Very typical archetecture for the Yucatan.

Most of the streets in town are paved until you get to the ones leading directly to the beach area.

Of course, we had to take a stroll out onto the dock.

And see the shoreline to the left.

And to the right. The darkness you see is accumulated seaweed.

I was a little surprised to see people in the water at the end of the dock. I had no idea of how deep it was there, nor how they got back onto the dock once in.

That mystery was soon enough solved!

As we watched some of the local pre-teen youth cool off and enjoy and a hot spring day, I realized that the water here was only about five feet deep. That's certainly enough to do a cannonball into!

The view from the end looking back to the beach area.

Next we'll get off the dock and actually take a tour into the biosphere. I was not disappointed and hope you won't be either!

A Good Reason

2011-05-09T06:05:00.000-05:00

This is the best reason I have seen in a long time for spaying/neutering your pet. Or all the unloved strays that are left abandoned.

Saying Goodbye

2011-05-06T06:05:00.000-05:00

This is a hard post to do. So hard that I almost didn't do it. Funny how an animal can grab ahold of your heart strings and squeeze so tightly.

This week we said farewell to our lovely Doxy as she left us for a permanent home. Somewhere in Minnesota, of all places!

You will recall, she was the rescue dog that we took in with her seven abandoned puppies last December 4. We raised the puppies until they were eight weeks old and then gave them back to the animal rescue shelter here on the island for placement. I'm not sure of the status of all of them. I do know that one was placed here on the island and can be seen riding around on a scooter. Two died. That was heartbreaking to hear, but stuff happens.

We decided to keep the mama, whom we named Doxy, until a suitable home could be found and she had fully regained her health. When she left us, she was a bouncy, happy, semi-obedient, always willing to please little bundle of joy.

Some shots.

Of course, before she left us, her shots were up to date, we had gotten her spayed, her hair and nails had been trimmed and her passport put all in order.

We were unsure before, but now we know that we would like a special dog in our lives permanently. Perhaps a Lab type mix with short hair that doesn't shed! One that we can take to the beach and throw a ball into the water for. And one that I can take on walks. Something good there for both of us.

We (mostly me) will be travelling a lot this summer so I think we will wait until fall to start looking. If we don't find something, there are always plenty of dogs that we can take in and nuture and teach how to become good citizens until a real owner comes along.]

If our hearts can stand it.

South Point - The Refreshing Side

2011-05-04T06:05:00.001-05:00

South Point also features a bar and "restaurant", of sorts. I don't know about the food there, but a cool drink is always welcome during a hot afternoon of sightseeing.

I've never liked these displays. I don't find them appealing in the least degree. I think I know what a cocktail looks like, and certainly a bottle of beer. And I can read a menu.

I don't find these as bad as the portable, glass enclosed display cases that have become so popular downtown though. I find nothing, absolutely nothing, appealing at looking at warm pieces of raw meat displayed under flourescent lighting on plates. Or dead fish.

And here is what those intoxicatingly inviting cocktails look like after they have set out in the hot sun for a few hours. Refreshing? Not.

More From South Point

2011-05-02T06:05:00.000-05:00

Despite being one of the more dangerous and windiest spots on the island, the South Point remains also one of the most beautiful.

The vistas out to sea, of the coastline and across the bay to the mainland of Cancun are awe inspiring. An added bonus is how nice they have fixed the whole place up now. It really is a pleasant place to stop, walk around and take a few pictures.

Like this one. Fallen in cliff edges, blues so vibrant they make you suck in your breath and the horizon stretching out to forever.

What would a visit to South Point be without the obligatory pictures of the native denizens?

My brother-in-law has been in a wheelchair since he was the victim of a drunk driver back in the 1970's. I guess that made me overlt aware of handicap accessibility issues. I am glad to see that Mexico as a whole is finally starting to address this issue. The newly remodeled South Point is no exception.

I think this extra headdress thing on the lighthouse must be new. At least I don't remember ever seeing it before. I think it may have something to do with electronic transmissions. Looks like an antennae to me anyway.

Notice the difference in the color of the sky between the above photo and this one. Looking into the sun and away from the sun. Makes a big difference.

Of course, despite a former Mayor wanting to toss these ugly, rusting statues into the sea, thus creating a fake reef for marinelife, here they still stand. Rusting and becoming dangerous. Soon to be just fallen heaps of ugly, dangerous metal. Waiting to be blown at us during the next big hurricane. As a good friend of mine would say, they look nice from a far but are far from nice.

(T)It's A New Statue!

2011-04-29T06:05:00.000-05:00

The Island governement announced a while back that it would be installing a bunch of new statues around the island. They weren't sure how many or where they would be though. Or when it would happen.

Well, they have installed a few now, and, I must say, they are really nice.

They even put this new one out at South Point.

You can imagine how long it took me for to get this picture. I had to wait for all the tourists guys to have their pictures taken by girlfriends and/or spouses. Guys, I have news for you. Those aren't real tits. And kissing them does not bring you good luck. More likely some sickness from the multitude of guys before you that day who have kissed or licked them.

Despite the junior high school behaviour that this elicites from all the guys who see it, I do think it is a nice statue and very well done.

My Time In The Circus

2011-04-28T06:05:00.000-05:00

I was never one of those kids who drempt of running off to join the circus. Or carnival. Or any other organization. Well, maybe the rodeo. Just so I could be around horses. So it is with no great delight that I find myself living in a circus like environment most of the time. Or at least it feels like it.

Readers of this blog will recall that when our LP gas tanks run out, we have to put the tank in front of our house and wait for the Z Gas company truck to drive by and notice it. They take it with them and bring it back to you full. Most of the time. There have been plenty of reports of tanks being returned less than full though. I even have a friend who keeps track of how much her full tank should weigh. The whole experience I find very exasperating.

Recently I put out our empty tank....three days in a row. On several occasions, I actually sat on the porch and watched as they drove by the house and never stopped. I finally got on my Scooter and drove around until I found the truck and personally requested that they come to my house and get my tank. They were there an hour later. My "full" tank of gas was delivered later that afternoon.

The tank they took away time before last was almost new. They brought back a different tank to me and no amount of arguing would persaude them that it wasn't the tank I gave them. Fine. Bite me.

This time around, this is the tank they delivered. Isn't it nice.

I installed the regulator on the tank and checked it for leaks. I have done this hundreds of times over the past 22 years, since we had LP tanks on the farm also. I think I know what I am doing. Even after it was properly installed and I could find no leaks, I still continued to get a faint odor of gas from it. I couldn't find where it was coming from so we kept it turned off except when we needed to use it.

Three days later it was empty. There is very evidently a leak somewhere in it. A full tank will normally last me six months. Not three days.

I put the tank out yesterday and when they stopped (miracle! the same day!) I told them the tank had a leak and I wanted a replacement tank and I did not feel I had to pay for it. Or at least I should get a discount for not getting a full tank last time. They sniifed at it. They turned it upside down and banged on the bottom. The verdict was that the tank was fine because they could see no holes and could not smell gas. I think it would be very difficult to smell gas from an empty tank. But, then, I am not the professional.

I refused to let them take it unless they admitted that it was faulty and agreed to furnish a different tank. They told me if I thought there was something wrong with it, I should report it to the Department of Public Safety then. I would then get a "ticket" to give to them and they would replace the tank.

Yesterday morning I headed downtown to the Department of Public Safety, which is hidden away down a dark alley on a side street and took many enquieries to find. In a nutshell, they told me that they could not file a report and give me a ticket because the tank was now empty and did not impose a danger to the community! A full circle moment. It was a problem between myself and the gas company now and I would just have to find a solution. Thanks Isla Mujeres government.

So I came back home and put out the faulty tank again. As of this writing, I am still waiting for the truck to come by. I intend to tell them what the most helpful lady at the Department of Sometimes Public Safety told me. I hope I don't get any kind of argument from them because I will probably go balistic.

Stay tuned to see what the next act in the circus ring is.

The Floating Island

2011-04-25T06:05:00.000-05:00

One bright, sunny day a few weeks ago, I met up with one of my faithful readers and commenters her on the blog, KfromMichigan. She was staying in Cancun but coming over for a day trip and renting a golf cart. Would I be interested in joining her and her companions for a tour of the island? After some careful questioning on my part, it was determined that she really is a sane person and would not be careening me around the island on some drunken golf cart race. So we arranged a meeting time and place and off we went!

One of the places we stopped was out on Sac Bajo. This is the legendary floating island located here. It really is a fascinating place. While standing on the falling down dock, taking these pictures, a voice boomed at us from the island. Would we like to come aboard for a tour? If so, the raft would be sent over to us. Alas, we did not have time for it but I do think it would make an interesting visit.

Here are a few pictures of it.

There is currently a fundraiser for this going on. There are plans to move this from the protected inlet where it has been built, out into the bay facing Cancun. To find out more about this fascinating place, go here:

www.spiralislanders.info

www.youtube.com/user/rishisowa

www.flickr.com/photos/rishisowa

Good Morning, Sunshine!

2011-04-19T06:05:00.000-05:00

Ever since we have been fostering this dog, I have gotten to see a lot of sunrises. Probably even more than I really care about! I thought I would just share some of the golden quiet with you this morning.

Words Fail Me Sometimes

2011-04-18T06:05:00.000-05:00

I just thought I would share an updated photo of our "nephew", Charlie. I think he is cute as a button. Just to refresh your memories, he was born at the beginning of February to our friend, Carlos and his wife, Andrea. How can you help but love him!

Merida Miscellanea

2011-04-13T06:05:00.000-05:00

Almost every language has "borrowed" words. Words that are actually not of that language but adopted to become part of it. In English, we have such things as hors 'd oevres and armada. In Spanish, they have adopted baby, sandwich and hot dog. Any hombre on the street will immediately know what you are talking about if you use any of these words. Imagine my mirth then when I saw this sign: For the Spanish challenged amongst us, the second phrase down, perros calientes, literally translates to dogs hot. I don't know why, but I found it hilarious. Just easily amused, I guess. There is a small tienda on the street where my friend lives that is owned by Oriental immigrants. I'm not quite sure if they were making fun of themselves or quite serious when they painted their logo on the wall. Just like in English, they have trouble pronouncing the R sound. Thus precios (prices) comes out as they say it. Same with balatos (cheap) which should be baratos. Again, either a good ad gimmick or literal spelling. Either way, I found it funny. After the second parade, we made our way home and then on to a popular little lunch stand on a busy corner. This place is very popular with the locals. One taste of their regional specialities and you will understand why. Simple delicious and simply simple food. I love places like this. While waiting for our food, there was a constant procession of parade goers and float paraphanalia going by. Sometimes they are too high for the resident power lines. There is usually somebody sitting up high with a stick to make sure that the passage under the wires goes without mishap. Even in Merida, scooters are everywhere and they better yield to traffic. At least they wear their helmuts. Ok, enough of Merida for awhile. Next we return to the island!

Second Parade - Part 2

2011-04-12T06:05:00.000-05:00

I was really pleased to see this next participant. These carriages are seen all over downtown and are a favorite of tourists and people in love. (well, at least I have never seen anybody arguing while in one!) This time around they were even more gaily decorated than normal. And held a beautiful woman to boot! Just a normal Yucatecan couple out for a stroll. I'm not sure what these Mayan ladies had in those bags. I don't remember them throwing anything to the crowd. Maybe it was just a fake out? This troup demonstrated and played an ancient game of Mayan basketball while walking down the street. They are not allowed to use their hands at any time while trying to get the ball through that hole. Of course, every game has its' cheaters! I had to chuckle when I saw this Dude. Any excuse to wear a cape. When this float passed by, it was like being in a ticker tape parade. What fun to have all those colorful bits of paper swirling everywhere. Come blow your horn! Another look at the huipil. Even though it may look like it, they are not being marched off to slaughter. I like this float. They forego the usual babes in skimpy outfits to honor the tradition of the Yucatan instead. Tasteful. Some of these floats are quite long. Yeah, Sol beer! The Senior Citizens Club had an entry of marchers. They were thoughtful, and smart, enough to also provide these limos for when a marcher got to pooped to participate any longer. That parade route was long! Points to Sol beer for originality. Motorized beer coolers! Those damn clowns were everywhere.

The parade went on for a lot longer but my camera failed me again. I guess that's ok though. I'm sure everybody has seen enough parade pictures now to last until next year!

The Second Parade

2011-03-26T14:13:00.007-06:00

Let's see, where were we before I was so rudely interrupted by health and other personal issues? Oh, I remember! In Merida for Carnaval. There are two big parades (and many lesser ones) during Carnaval. The second one is called the Regional Parade and features lots of local folks from Merida and surrounding neighborhoods/communities strutting their stuff. This was undoubtedly my favorite of the two parades. Despite a rather unpleasant personal encounter that I quickly got over. The crowds for this parade are no less abundant or enthusiastic than the first one. In fact, I think that more people may have turned out for this one. Like the previous one, we had reserved, box seats right on the street. There is something about being at street level with the marchers that cannot be equalled. Waiting for the parade to start. Finally, the first group appeared on the horizon and slowly made their way towards us. The whole parade took 3.5 hours to pass us by. (hint: go pee before you get there!) I believe these people are supposed to represent some sort of Mayan royalty.

Or warriors.

There was much dancing and performing. Although the groups at this point kept getting rudely interrupted during their performances by the people in the window who there throwing HARD candy at them. Much to the dismay of the crowd, who were getting quite viscious in their condemnation of these people interfering with the performances.

I'm not sure what the signifcance is, but most of the troups walked with their arms held up. Tiring.

This is just delicious to watch. A dancing group with the women wearing the formalized version of the huipil, the official dress of the Yucatan.

Some serious trumpet blowing was going on!

Toy story float?

Like most people, I do not particularly enjoy clowns. They just bug me and I want to slap their fake noses right off their faces.

One of my hosts plays a mean drum. I forget the kind but it is sort of like a bongo. One of the clowns thought it would be fun to help him. Get your fake nose away from me while you still have it!!!

The Coca-Cola float made another performance.

They were throwing those liter size plastic bottles to the crowd again. But unlike Friday night (this parade was Monday night), you would have thought the float riders had to pay for each one of them. Man, they were stingy with throwing them to the crowd.

Along comes one of my favorite groups. It is a Special Needs school, or organization. These kids (and adults) had such a good time. Their joy was contagious and the crowd went wild as they passed by. Smiles reached from ear to ear.

One of the city sponsored floats.

With a local rider.

This is very tradional Yucatecan formal wear. Including the hair decoration.

This group of drummers was really good. They really had the crowd going.

Lots of these kinds of costumes.

This float was unique. And fun. They had a bubble machine aboard and the street was filled with bubbles, reflecting the lights from the floats and the colorful costumes. It was magical.

A lot of the local area villages showed up demonstrating what their village/locale is famous for. Displaying their wares, if you will.

Tomorrow will finish up this parade and maybe return to Isla later in the week. We'll see how it goes.

Let The Festivities Begin!

2011-03-14T06:05:00.000-06:00

I actually had a much better time at the parades in Merida than the above picture would lead you to believe! As you can see, we were busy making masks to wear prior to the parade. My host (rightfully!) believes that if you wear a mask, the people on the floats will throw more crap down to you. It must have worked because we sure took home a boatload of souvenirs. We also had made a bunch of extras that we traded to float people for more valuable items. The basest of barter systems!

One of my hosts had to park the car so he arrived after we were settled in. He plays bongos and some other drum and was a big hit with the parade marchers. You'll see more of this later.

I'm afraid my beloved little camera is giving up the ghost. I had a hard time with it. Even new batteries will only allow me take about 10 pictures before giving out. Plus a broke the dohickey mechanism hinge on the cover for the battery compartment. Time to start doing some research. What this means is that I did not get very many, or very good, pictures of the parade for you. But a few.

We had to arrive in our seats two hours early. Not by law, but by choice. The crowds on the streets are incredible and it is best to get in ahead of them. Merida's finest were out in full force that night also.

While the crowds are waiting for the parade to start, vendors work their way along the street. I would have like to have seen something more substantial being offered, like hot dogs or something. We had a ton of marguesita salesman, kivis and peanuts. Not much selection. And nobody was selling beer, water or soft drinks. I guess they didn't want the crowd having to go pee during the festivities. It would have been impossible to get out of our seats anyway.

A view down the street to my left. The reserved seats had not totally filled up yet. But you can see how we are all going to be packed in like sardines.

Lots of cotton candy vendors.

OMG! The parade finally rounds the first corner and we are on our way!

Friday night's parade was mostly composed of sponsor floats with a few walking groups. Coke, Corona and Sol beers, Burger King, all the big names.

I wish this picture had turned out a little better. There were lots of stilt walkers. This guy saw me lift my camera and this is the reaction I got.

Not all of the stilt walkers were content to wear regular type clothing. Can we all say Ballenciaga pants?

I like this. A picture of the picture of a float. It was incredible how colorful....and loud....these floats were.

The parade lasted for about two hours and I was glad to see the end of it. Not because I wasn't enjoying it. Just the contrary. I was hoarse from shouting and my hands hurt from clapping so much. But this was Friday night. The regional parade, which I enjoyed even more, was yet to come on Monday night. Stay tuned!

Meandering In Merida

2011-03-08T06:05:00.000-06:00

I'm not altogether sure that my blogger's block has left me, but at least I feel I have a little something to say again. Maybe because I am currently in Merida and everything is somewhat new and fresh to me.

My first full day here, I decided to walk to the center of town. That is 12 dog leg blocks from where I am staying. Quite the adventure for this little Isla boy who NEVER walks anywhere. The main reason I am visiting here is to take in a real Carnaval festival. I am so tired of that tired one on Isla, I needed something bigger, more vibrant.

My route to town takes me through a little park connected to the church of San Juan. Of course, it, like every other of the hundreds of city parks here, was ready to receive the Carnaval crowds. So what was the first thing I saw upon entering the park?

This.

It is my new, must have junk food. Kind of like Taco-in-a-bag, Mexican style. It is a dorito like chip, smothered in the bag with that fake cheese like you get in airports on nachos. Plus, they add a gob of chopped jalapeno peppers to it!

It has surpassed my love for salchipapas. Something I thought would never happen.

The lovely little church of San Juan. Merida is dotted with churches like this throughout the city.

And it seems every little park has some kind of statue or fountain.

Making my way to centro (slowly!), I entered the large park across from the Cathdral. I never get the name of it correctly. I'm sure a Meridian reading this will note it in Comments. Here is the clock spire on City Hall, as seen from my perspective in the park.

And directly opposite is the spire of the Cathedral itself.

The usual number of dirty hippies were out and about, hawking their clumsily made goods but finding few takers. The vendors from Chiapas, on the other hand, seem to have been elevated from street vendors to market stall holders in this park. Their hand work makes for a vivid display. Although this may be a display of Guatemalan hand work. I didn't ask the ladies their nationality but they looked Chiapan.

As I left the park and started walking the main streets, I came across this enterprising salesperson. No store? No problem. Just dump everything out on the corner and let people scrounge around for themselves. At 15 pesos a pair, I'm surprised there weren't people all over this pile.

Mexico is nothing if not original in their display of goods for sale. Here they are advertising panty hose. Heck, even I would wear these if they made my butt look this good!

Among other things I was looking for, was a store that sold Carnaval glitzy craft items. We had a parade to go to the next night and we wanted to wear masks. People on the floats throw more shit down to you if you have on a mask. I quickly decided that I did not stand a chance at getting a thing from these stores. Look at the lines! And they probably knew what they wanted and how to say it too.

I decided that I would be better off just heading over to Michael's Craft Store (called Michaels Fantasy here) and see what I could find.

I passed by this fabric store on the way. Their windows were full of costume ideas for the crafty among us who know their way around a sewing machine. This was the best I could do on a sunny day through the glass.

Heading back home, the quickest way was for me to cut diagonally through the central park. These Carnaval signs were posted everywhere. Each one sponsored by a different company. Any guesses as to whether or not I sought this particular one out before taking a picture?

For the big parade the next night, we had reserved box seats along the parade route. These were not ours but this shot gives you a fairly good idea by what they mean when they say box seat.

Eight people are crowded into each section. Once in, there is no getting out until the parade is over. If you have to pee, do it before. Another tip. Only allow 6 people max in your box. That way you can fold up the chairs and have more room to jump and dive for the crap being thrown to you. Great fun!

Some of the crowd starting to line up for the afternoon Kiddie's Parade.

I had a heck of time getting into the park. The entrance I needed was blocked by all of this.

While walking down this border street, I noticed a section that had not been enclosed by fencing. Thus allowing the unsuspecting to enter the park. I needed to get in and then exit diagonally on the other side in order to save myself almost 2 extra blocks of walking.

Once in, I started to freak out a bit. Every exit/entrance was blocked just like this one! No way out!

I ended up retracing my steps and going back and around anyway. Heavy sigh. I made it home safely though and ended up having a great time just meandering around.

More to come!

Gimme A Break

2011-02-16T09:41:00.003-06:00

I've been taking a lot of flak lately for not posting every day...or often enough to suit some people. Give me a break. I have faithfully been at this for over 4.5 years and have posted almost 1100 posts. And all that from or about a tiny island that is only 5 miles long and 1/2 mile wide at its' widest point. Sometimes I struggle and even wonder if there is anything left to say from here.

Plus I write a second blog about my travels in and around Mexico. But I'll admit, I'm a bit behind in updating that one. Even though there is a lot more to say and show you on it. I'll try to focus my attention a bit more on it and bring it up to date.

I find that I can no longer get excited about all of the fishing tournaments held here and various civic events. They all just seem to be the same old thing to me. Perhaps not to you, but it is difficult to get a new angle on the same old same old.

And, believe it or not, I do have a life that doesn't include writing here everyday. Not much of one, but still. Right now is the busiest time of year for us; keeping the rental property in order and tenants happy and visiting with friends that we only see once a year takes up a lot of time. Plus we have the new dog that is demanding a lot of attention. Never a boring moment!

I do have a trip planned that is fast approaching. Carneval (Mardi Gras) is in early March this year and I will be spending it in Merida. I have wanted to see the carneval there for a long time and I am really looking forward to it. We have box seats for both the opening night and closing night parades. I am hoping to get some good pictures from that.

So keep checking back. I have not abandoned the blog by any means. I'm just refreshing my batteries for awhile.

He's Finally Here!

2011-02-08T08:05:00.003-06:00

He took his sweet time getting here, but I would like to introduce you all to....

Carlos Santiago Canche Gomez

Born on February 1. One week old today. He was 1.5 days old in these pictures.

Carlos Santiago, or Charlie, is the son of our good friends, Carlos and Andrea. As you will recall, we were witnesses for Carlos at their wedding in Izamal last July.

Charlie is a baby that is going to be fussed over a lot. He is the first boy child born on Andrea's side of the family for three generations. That is a lot of girls! The only men in the family have married into it. Her side of the family are already clamoring for a look.

Besides that, Charlie has two Gringo "Uncles" to help watch over him and take care of him. Probably spoil him just a bit also! Carlos and Andrea reminded us many times that we will always be referred to as Tio with Charlie. As they have told us, we are Uncles of the heart and love. That one almost brought me to tears.

Of course, I have never had a baby but I thought if awfully strange, rude and maybe a bit dangerous that Andrea had the baby in Cancun at 2:15 pm and they sent her home the same day! In fact, she was on the 10:30 pm ferry back to the island, baby in arms. So all of 8 hours in the hospital.

Charlie is doing fine and getting all the care and attention he can handle right now. I wonder how long before he starts talking?

Sucked Into Facebook

2011-02-02T06:05:00.000-06:00

Faithful readers will remember that I resisted Facebook (FB) for a long, long time. Like many others, I felt that it was a competition to blogging and was going to ruin the blogosphere. And, in truth, I think it has a bit. I just couldn't see the sense in reading, or posting, stuff like "Ms X woke up with a smile on her face this morning!" or "Mr X had oatmeal for breakfast today".

I think that as time has progressed and people have learned better how to use FB, the posts have gotten better. Even more meaningful. Even educational at times. Sure, there are still the occasional posts like I mentioned, hell, I even do it once in awhile. But on the whole, I am enjoying FB and think that it has enriched my life. To a point.

I have gradually become sucked into the games side of Facebook. Oh, the games. Although I thoroughly enjoy them, they are a tremendous eater of time. But, then, I am retired. What else do I have but time?

I started out with Nightclub City. Build a nightclub, staff it, serve drinks, spin music, decorate it. Make money. (all references to money are purely gaming money, not real money) I have built and maximized out two different clubs now. I am working on two more.

Then I discovered Cityville. Now this was something I could get into. Challenging and rewarding. Put in those roads. Build those businesses and housing units. Plant crops, supply your businesses. Send out ships to faraway ports to bring back goods. Fun stuff but sometimes frustrating as everything is run on a combination of money and energy. Run out of either and you are dead in the road for awhile.

Then came Frontierville. Kind of a cross between CV and Farmville. Takes place in the pioneering era and one is beset with bears, gophers, snakes and other varmints trying to ruin what you have accomplished. All the characters are done as old fashioned settlers and come from hardy stock.

And then the Grand Daddy of them all....Farmville. Man, I resisted that with all my being. I have heard horror stories of that game eating up people's lives as they became slaves to their crop harvest times. But, recently, I spent some time visiting a friend and she is an avid FV player. She convinced me to just give it a try. That's all it took. I have some other friends who play FV also so between them, they referred quite a few friends to me to become instant neighbors. I should mention, all of these games require neighbors in order to make any progress. After just one day, I was hooked. And it is not the black hole of time sucking that I thought it would be.

I have to say, there is one thing that stands out to me about these games more than anything else. And that is how absolutely nice, caring, thoughtful and generous everybody is to everybody else. It has totally astounded me and warmed my heart to interact with people such as these. Even though many of these people are nothing more than names to me, I feel like we are friends and have each other's backs. Nice.

So, if any of you readers out there play Frontierville, Cityville, or Farmville, give me a shout. I would be pleased and proud to be your neighbors.

Our Grocery Store

2011-01-31T06:05:00.000-06:00

This is a post I have wanted to do for a long, long time. What with all the hubbub recently about the outrageous increase in food prices, I thought now would be a good time. This pictures were all taken last November, thus the cheaper prices.

It is hard to get pictures in Super Express. If the guards catch you, they make you stop or leave the store. I guess they are afraid that you might be doing price comparisons for their competitors. Which is ridiculous because there is no competitor of any significance on the island. By the way, in my travels around Mexico, I have come to believe that the word SUPER when used with a grocery story, actually means tiny.

Once through the door, you immediately run head long into the produce department. I was lucky. I was there the day they had just restocked fruits and vegetables. It is not uncommon to go to buy a tomato and find them all rotten....or nonexistent. One can never depend on finding what you are looking for on any given day. I think it is a testament to my camera and my ability to use it that everything looks so good. Trust me, it isn't this inviting in real life.

I am constantly hearing tourists run around the store asking, "Where's the milk?!" Well, the answer is simple. Right here.

Milk is highly pasteurized here and sold in boxes. Refrigerate after opening. We have as many types as the folks NOB. Just not in the refrigerator section.

More produce.

They were having a special on fantasy squash the day I was there.

Eggs are not only sold in the traditional cartons, but like this also.

You can grab one of those plastic bags and buy just as many as you need. One or five. Doesn't matter. That is one thing I really like about Mexico. It is possible to buy just one of anything.

Butter, some prepackaged cheeses and the ubiquitous hot dog. The name of the favorite brand of hot dog here is FUD. It is not pronounced like Elmer's last name, but rather sounds like the English word FOOD. Trust me again. They are anything but food.

The whole top row here is devoted almost entirely to chili peppers. All kinds and degrees of hotness. We love our peppers here.

Again, choose the type and size onion you want and go.

Our store also has a bakery and deli counter. These are some of the richly decorated cakes that they put out. Look good, don't they? Slather some lard frosting on a hamburger bun and you'll know what they taste like.

They also sell doughnuts, hamburger buns in disguise again, and these muffins. A friend of mine calls them cupmuffins. They are kind of a cross between a cupcake and a muffin. Not too bad but don't expect a burst of flavor.

Cheeses from the deli counter. Sliced to order. We do have a fairly good selection. Especially if you like manchego.

A look behind the deli counter. There is a great selection of hams. And that is it. No salami, no other kind of meat at all.

It is possible to buy freshly ground hamburger, pork and chicken. I usually get my ground meats here instead of buying the prepackaged ones. Of course, it takes a long time to get your order because any local who comes up to the counter will just shout out their order. And of course the butcher stops what he is doing and grabs the 23 chicken legs that they want.

Prepackaged chicken. A friend once mentioned to me that she thought the chicken here was more flavorful than NOB. I don't know why that should be, but she is right.

On the opposite side of the store from the produce, is more dairy. Yogurt, Jello Cups, that sort of thing.

Beans and sugar. This is usually where the sale items are put.

We also have a small frozen section. Vegetables, pizza, french fries. Some bags of fruit.

And ice cream. Maybe.

Snacks. Almost everyone of them is flavored with hot chili powder OR salt and lime. Lime is on everything.

There is a small selection of canned goods. Nothing exotic, just the staples.

And a nice selection of liquors and wines. Note that you can probably get the same thing up a block at Covey's or at the Naval Store, enter behind the base just past La Lomita restaurant, far cheaper.

A fine selection of beers.

A lot of space is devoted to this brand. I don't buy beer here but I enjoy seeing my brand on display.

The day I was there, they also featured these gaily decorated bottles on an end cap. I thought it was a fancy fruit juice.

Until I looked closer. Fruit flavored wine beverage. I wonder how many of them they sold?

Most laundry detergents here are sold in bags. There are some that come in plastic bottles, but it is far cheaper to buy the powder in bags. Except it doesn't always dissolve in the machine and coats your clothing with white powder.

Fabuloso. What can I say. Possibly the best cleaning product ever made.

And finally we come to the thing that we have been dreading since we entered the store. The checkout lanes. Where they never have change. Where people constantly cut in line. Where people put their goods on the conveyor belt to hold their place while they shop some more. Where they make the clerk back items off the list until they have enough money with them to buy the remainder. I have learned to just take a deep breath and plunge through it. I don't need my blood pressure shooting up again.

So there you have. I hope I have conveyed to you a sense of grocery shopping here and why I hate it.

Ahhhhhhhh!

2011-01-28T06:05:00.000-06:00

The Quiz Answers Revealed

2011-01-27T06:05:00.000-06:00

Here we go!

1. The songs were:
My Dad and She Can't Find Her Keys, performed by Paul Peterson in the role of Jeff Stone.
Johnny Angel, performed by Shelley Fabares in the role of daughter, Mary Stone.

2. The Beverly Hillbillies. The song was written by bluegrass performers, Flatt and Scruggs, who also made several guest appearances on the show.

3. In the 1960's, he wrote the theme song for the very popular show, Peter Gunn. In the next decade, the 1970's, he took on another form of detective show, the theme from Charlie's Angels.

4. The group was The Doors and the song was their mega-hit, Light My Fire. Mr Sullivan objected to their using the word "higher" in the lyrics. Although they agreed to change it, during the live telecast they left it in. This infuriated the powerful Mr Sullivan and he refused to ever have them on his show again.

Pineapple Made Easy

2011-01-26T06:05:00.000-06:00

A good friend of mine recently received a gadget that she just raves about. She is so enamored of it, that she picked one up for me while visiting NOB. I finally got a chance to try it out and thought I would pass along the results to you. Just in case any of you have heard of it and wondered if it really works.

The gadget in question is a pineapple slicer. Easy, peasy slices while leaving the core in one piece. Which then can be used to make yourself one of those exotic type cocktails as you marvel at how much work you saved yourself.

Start with a ripe pineapple.

This is the gadget. It is designed to be pushed into the pineapple and twisted, much like a corkscrew in a wine bottle.

But first you have the cut the top off of the pineapple! This is an important step.

Next line up the gizmo on top of the pineapple and firmly push the little teeth into the meat of the pineapple.

Learn from me. Put the pineapple in the sink while twisting down the gizmo. You are going to generate a lot of juice and a lot of mess.

There is no way to know if you are at the true bottom of the pineapple or not. Unless, of course, you drill right through it. Which you don't want to do because then you will have lost your receptacle for that exotic drink!

When you think you are there, stop screwing around and lift it out. Supposedly pulling all these uniformly cut slices with it. Kind of like a spiral cut ham.

I personally do not like the heart of the pineapple and this gizmo solves that problem nicely. It comes out all in one piece. Kind of like a plug you see geologists taking out of the ice on Discovery.

I must admit, even though I was pleased with my exotic drink receptacle, I was not pleased with the quality and amount of pineapple slices.

Although I appreciate the gift, I doubt that I will ever use it again. I guess I'm old fashioned. I like skinning the pineapple and slicing my own. I find that much more gratifying.

By the way, this is the post that inspired the quiz. The song from Annette Funicello, Pineapple Princess, kept running through my mind as I was using this gizmo. If you don't know who Annette Funicello is, ask your Dad. I'm sure he had a crush on her just like I did.

Something Fun

2011-01-25T06:05:00.000-06:00

While putting together one of my posts for later this week, I got to thinking about television shows and music. Specifically TV shows from the 1960's. So I've put together a little quiz for you. At first I thought that you would have had to have been there, but with most of these shows in syndication, chances are most of you are familiar with them.

So here's a little quiz for you. See how many you know without having to resort to Google!

1. The Donna Reed Show introduced us to three Top 40 hits, each one sung by one or more of the TV children. Name the songs.

2. Almost everybody can sing that little diddy about a man named Jed. The poor mountaineer that barely kept his family fed. What was the name of the TV show and who wrote the theme song?

3. Henry Mancini was one of the most prolific composers of the 60's. You may recognize Moon River, Days of Wine and Roses and The Pink Panther Theme as his works. He also used his talent to write the theme songs for two very popular TV shows. Coincidentally, both shows dealt with detectives. Name the two shows.

4. On September 17, 1967, one of America's most popular bands appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show. Although they were scheduled to perform on six more shows, Mr Sullivan abrubtly cancelled their contract after just one performance because they refused to change one word in their popular song. Who was the group and what was the song?

Ok, I'll be monitoring your answers in the Comments section but not saying anything. The answers will be revealed on Thursday. Have fun!

Quick Updates

2011-01-24T06:05:00.000-06:00

Things are quiet on the home front again. Yes, the seven puppies have now moved on.

We returned them to Alison at Isla Animals last Wednesday. It is up to her now to decide what their little fates will be. I do know that one of the little males (the one we considered keeping, actually) has already found a new home.

Having the puppies here was like riding on a roller coaster. First we wanted to keep one. Then not. Which one? Back and forth. We finally decided that a puppy is just something that we do not need in our lives again. Dog, maybe. Puppy, no.

Yes, it was very hard to see them go. I miss picking them up. I miss kissing them and getting little puppy kisses in return. I miss teaching them. I miss watching them each develop their own little personality. I don't miss the noise. I don't miss the mess.

Would I foster another litter of puppies if the chance arises? Maybe. I'm not sure on that one. It is a hard thing to do and then not to have any say as to their final homes is rough.

But Mama Dog, whom we call Doxy, is still with us. Worming her way ever further into my heart with each passing day. She always was a smart, loving dog right from the start. Now that the puppies are gone, her personality is really starting to shine and express itself. I am enjoying the crap out of having her around. And I don't really mind that I have to walk her. It gets me out of the house! We still haven't made the final decision about her. We have some time. We are keeping her until she can be spayed and then heals. I'll let you know!

On the computer front, we were very lucky. One of our friends here on the island had a brand new laptop that had been purchased for somebody else. That person decided that they didn't want it so he was stuck with it. We were more than happy to buy it from him and be back in business so fast.

I do want to publicly thank all of you who came forward with offers to help. I knew I could count on my readers. You are a fantastic group of people!

Painting A New Picture

2011-01-21T06:05:00.000-06:00

I am not a fan of the current town square. I don't even make an attempt at hiding my disgust for its' ugly, non-user friendly configuration.

That said, recently somebody or some organization has been busy trying to spruce it up a bit. I have never been around to see who is actually doing the painting. It may be school children. It may be a local artist. It may be volunteers. I just have no idea.

But I do know that I like the attempt to put on a prettier face to the square. Various walls and pillars have now been painted. See if you don't agree that, even that slightly amateur in appearance, the paintings to have an appeal.

Needing A Huge Favor

2011-01-14T16:05:00.002-06:00

As sometimes happens, one of our laptops has bit the dust. Don't ask. It's just disgusting how quickly laptops deteriote here with the salt.

We could buy a new one in Cancun but it would have a Spanish operating system and I just could not deal with that.

So, I need a favor. Is somebody coming to Isla, Cancun or Playa del Carmen within the next few weeks that would be willing to mule a new laptop down to me? I would order it online to be sent to your house.

If you can do this, please send me an email at islagringo@yahoo.com and we can swap details.

Here's hoping!

Run, Puppy! Run!

2011-01-13T06:05:00.000-06:00

The puppies will be 6 weeks old tomorrow. They are really developing their own little personalities. Each one is a Devil and an Angel in the same package!

Staying On The Ground

2011-01-12T06:05:00.000-06:00

I am, or was, definately a thrill ride kind of guy. No ride that I wouldn't try at least once. So I am not sure what happened at the Fair.

There were lots of rides to choose from. Up in the air and twist your guts out kind of things. Just my cup of tea. There was even a Tilt-a-Whirl, my favorite way to almost throw up in Mexico. But my butt didn't get to meet any of them.

Maybe because nobody in the party wanted to ride with me. Maybe because I am just that much older and wiser now. No, that can't be it! At any rate, the rides impressed me so much that I only have two pictures to share with you. Maybe next time.

Tomorrow it is back to the island, or at least things closer to home.

And Then There Were Things

2011-01-11T06:05:00.000-06:00

Isn't this great material?! It shows various scenes and heroes of Mexico's Revolution and fight for Independence. I can see it as a party tablecloth. Maybe even curtains.

But I never expected to see it used like this! They made a colonial ball gown out of it. Patriotism, I suppose.

I don't even know how many great exhibition halls there are. A lot. All of them are as big as this one. And I am only showing you half of the inside in this picture.

Every possible thing you could want, or didn't even know you wanted, can be found here. Mexican things, of course. Things that would appeal to the typical Mexican shopper or housewife.

Table upon table full of that poured acrylic stuff made into kitchen magnets.

A few galvanized buckets.

Plastic anything and everything.

Blankets and towels, oh my! This was the section dedicated to Disney characters. Princesses are very big business down here.

What? Even more plastic?

Giant coffee cups. Or maybe they are bed pans?

Shiny aluminum pots. The kind that are guaranteed to burn the contents because they are so thin. But popular all the same. And cheap. Each set has 7 pots and various utensils included for a mere 350 pesos. $30 bucks to the peso challenged.

Need some new dinnerware? If you can't find something you like here, you just ain't looking. I bought some new bowls for the cabana. They match those cups in the baskets at the bottom of the picture.

Knives, forks, spoons. Of every description and quality.

Glass stir sticks. I was really tempted to buy an assortement of these as a present for my friend, Tico, at his bar. But he features mostly beer and Micheladas so probably wouldn't have much use for them. I wish now that I had bought some. Just because.

There are even things to hang on your wall. If you are so inclined.

Some even offer a welcoming greeting.

But my absolute, hands down, no ifs, and or buts, favorite thing were these shot glasses. There were three different sizes available. I don't want to shock you too badly so I am only showing you the small size.

Maybe I bought a bunch of these for friends. Maybe I didn't. I'm not saying!

Lovely Pooh And Other Things

2011-01-10T06:05:00.000-06:00

Before we move onto the other areas of the Fair, I did want to briefly take you to the petting zoo. It was called Ponylandia, meaning the Land of Ponies, even though there were several kinds of animals on display.

I thought it was going to be an area of baby animals. Although there were a few, most of them were miniature varieties. Like this donkey.

But these are not ponies. They are miniature horses.

Some of the many babies in this pen.

One of my all time favorite babies. Baby goats. Kids if you will. They are playing on those little chairs one buys for toddlers.

Scattered throughout the grounds were other animals too. Just running loose.

This next stand selling goodies to the public won, hands down, my unofficial official award for tackiest items. See if you don't agree.

Yup, that was glitter applied to all of them.

Need some new sunglasses? There must have been thousands of them on display throughout the Fair grounds.

Or a Lucha Libre mask? These are the masks worn by the "professional" wrestlers down here. A very popular item.

The obligatory balloon man. I think his pump must have been running out of air.

This next item is not what you may think it is. It is a purse for sale at the Winnie the Pooh booth. Although it does sum up my feelings for the picture that follows it.

Despite the fact that those full bowls reminded me of the outhouse at my Grandmother's cottage in the late '50's, they are actually different flavors of mole sauce. Google it.

Big butts are not uncommon here. Or anywhere for that matter. But they are almost celebrated here as objects of beauty. Look at how these mannequins are set up to display that feature.

And here's a shot of the games alley. Just like NOB, not much chance at winning a big prize at them. More of a chance at throwing away your hard earned pesos.

Every year, at every Fair I go to, there seems to be a prize of the year that everybody is offering. A large snake, a jumbo dog, a cuddly Penguin. Take a look at this year's most popular prize.

These things actually had the name Marlboro on them! No such things as copyright or franchise infringement here!

So tomorrow we will take a peek inside some of the buildings. You may be surprised at what we find!

Holy Cow And Cowboys

2011-01-06T06:05:00.000-06:00

The Yucatan State Fair is probably one of the best values for your money around. It is held from early November to early December each year. The entrance fee is a whopping 15 pesos. That would be $1.25 for the peso challenged among us. Of course, if you drive there, you have to pay for parking too. I forget how much but it was not unreasonable.

Once through the turnstiles, you are greeted by this large entrance courtyard.

I am no fool. I knew enough to get a good luck kiss for the day from the Fair's mascots!

Bob and I love the animal barns. Knowing that, we chose our traveling companions well. There is nothing worse than going to an event like this and having your companions whine about the smells or how boring something is. Not so with the four of us that day. Everybody was eager to visit every building and every display. Game on!

Our first stop was the cattle barn. I was, truthfully, expecting to be a little bored. I have travelled extensively throughout Mexico and the only cows I have ever seen are the Brahma type. You know the ones, white with a large hump on their shoulder. They are usually featured in rodeos too.

I have no idea what kind of cows these are. Unlike fairs that I am used to, there were not very many identifying signs telling the breeds of cattle, or even what farm they came from. Still, interesting.

Ok, here we have some that are somewhat familiar. They look like the Brahma variety that I was talking about. Except spotted.

And then there was this guy. Fascinating. Notice that the owners were proud enough of him to actually post a sign. I spent quite a bit of time just looking at him and watching him peacefully eat his hay. I wonder if he is more lively when loose in the field? I noticed that there was no nose ring for controlling him. A beautiful specimen of the bovine breed.

I mean, really. Just look at the size of his head!

For some reason, this gave me a chuckle. I don't know if they were spectators like us, or exhibitors. I love that the lady wore the traditional garment of the Yucatan, the huipil. Some day I should do an article on this piece of clothing. Some of them are very, very ornate and the embroidery of flowers all hand done. I think this one was store bought.

I have always been a sucker for a good Palomino. Maybe hearkening back to my days of watching Roy Rogers, Dale Evans and Gaby Hayes chase the bad guys. My first horse was a Palomino. There was an alley of breeds, if you will. I think my reader, Lisa, in New York would have enjoyed this area. Fine specimens of horseflesh.

A leopard Appaloosa. I was surprised to see this breed in Mexico.

There was a black one and a brown one.

A Pinto.

Next it was on to the horse arena. I am always somewhat reluctant to view the horse shows. Most of what they do to the horses I find cruel. Like lassoing a poor horse, which is running around the ring frightened and at full run, by the back legs, jerking it to the ground. Foolish.

But not when we there. There was this curious formation of riders at the end of the ring.

Some were paying attention. Some were not. A lot of them were either talking to each other or on cell phones!

A few even chose this opportunity to quench their thirst! With a beer, of course!

The pommels on these saddles are huge, round things. Big enough to offer a seat to the junior set!

And here's what they were waiting for. The cutting horse competition. At one point, the rider would enter the arena at a full run, pull up on the reins and bring his horse to a sliding stop.

With this effect on the waiting cowboys! Hilarious.

Tomorrow we'll take a look at some of the exhibit buildings and what is offered for sale. Some of it may surprise, amaze or even shock you.

Chock Full 'O Goodness

2011-01-05T06:05:00.000-06:00

The rest of the posts this week are going to be dedicated to the Yucatan State Fair. Held in the village of Xmichquil (or something like that!) just outside of Merida, this event attracts thousands of people each day.

Imagine your own State Fair only in Spanish. Plus more. I'll be showing you some of the "more" later on. But first, there is one item at the fair that I think deserves it's own post.

Salchipapas!

Derived from a combination of the two Spanish words salchicha, meaning sausage (we say hot dog) and the word papas, meaning potato.

I was first introduced to this culinary delight while touring in Costa Rica. They were a common item in restaurants. I ate more than my fair share. Upon returing to Mexico, I asked around in vain for them. Nobody around these parts had even heard of them! Well, maybe a few people who were raised in the state of the Yucatan, but not many of them even. I despaired of ever having them again.

Then I visited the Yucatan State Fair three years ago and BAM! They were everywhere! I was in heaven.

Just imagine the aroma that is emanating from this bubbling pot of grease.

But, alas, dear readers. I am on a bit of diet when it comes to salt, fats and sugar. So, my health comes first. I could only longingly look at and admire this white trash culinary delight from afar. Not one passed my lips.

Jumping Off In Valledolid

2011-01-04T06:05:00.000-06:00

The final stop and last night on the road with Steve for our roadtrip was in the colonial city of Valledolid. Needless to say, I have visited this city many times and was looking forward to Steve's impression of it. And to the fact that this was going to be where Steve experienced his first cenote. (underground sinkhole filled with water)

Valledolid's population hovers just under 46,000, making it the third largest city in the Yucatan. Although a bustling town, it never seems to be overly crowded with people. As is usual in most Mexican towns, most of the things of interest, and most of the activity, takes place on or near the town square.

Located directly across the street from the town square is the Templo de San Bernardino. This imposing church was built between 1552 and 1560 and served the dual role of church and fortress for the town.

I don't think that the church is normally festooned with these banners. We were there just days before the Centennial celebration of the Mexican Revolution so things were of good cheer.

The other thing Valledolid is known for is her wide streets, framed by pastel colored buildings. We were fortunate when we were there as they had mostly all been just given a new coat.

There are three cenotes in or very, very near to Valledolid. We chose to visit Cenote Zaci, which is practically downtown and within easy walking distance of the town center. As you start in, turn a corner and go down a few steps, you are slapped in the face with this sight.

It's a damp, cold place with pieces of light filtering in from above. I can only imagine just how cold that water is that the people choose to swim in. And not just to swim in either. Look at this.

There always seems to be group of teenage boys willing and able to show off their testerone charged prowess by jumping or diving from the cliffs into this murky water. We watched in awe as boy after boy made his way to the edge and took the plunge.

I hoped they stopped at this altar and said a prayer first though!

A view back to the entrance. It is possible to walk the pathway all around the cenote. Being careful, of course.

We tried to find one of the remaining cenotes in the area but the directions we had just didn't make any sense to us so we gave it a pass. Seen one.....

We had an enjoyable last night on the road in Valledolid but, alas, not some very good meals. I did return to Valledolid a few weeks later and was introduced to a restaurant in town that was fabulous. Too bad we didn't know about when we were staying there. If you are ever in the area, just ask anybody for directions to the Restaurant Oasis. Most locals know it and it is very popular.

The next day we had a rather uneventful drive back to Cancun to turn in the rental car, caught the ferry over to the island and the next day I had to bid goodbye to my travel companion.

I can hardly wait to see what our next adventure will be! And there will be one, of that I am sure!

At Four Weeks

2011-01-03T06:05:00.000-06:00

Over this past weekend, the puppies turned four weeks old. They sure are getting fat and sassy! They recognize our faces and voices now. Another week and they should be totally weaned from Mama. She will be happy about that!

The only bad part is that Mama is no longer cleaning up their messes. Going through a lot of paper around here!

At this age it is important that they start experiencing new things. But gently. Different floor textures, different kinds of toys, different noises. But no loud noises at this point. To help them along, they got to go on a field trip to the big, scary front porch!

Four of them took to it like troopers. The first time they experienced the sun and a breeze. Two of them were not too sure at first but quickly decided that all that room to run was a good thing. One would not leave my side. Gonna have to work on that. We certainly do not want to raise any insecure puppies!

So, as best I could with the rambunctios lot, I took some pictures and a couple of videos of their first outing. I hope you enjoy them as much as we did!

The Faves

2010-12-31T06:05:00.001-06:00

Time for my annual round-up of what we liked about the blog. I'm too lazy to do a comprehensive check of reader stats, blah, blah, blah. Instead I use how many of you were moved to comment to judge what was liked the most. I am also including my favorite post from each month. Being as polite as I am, your favorite will be listed first and I will go second.

JANUARY

New Parking - this post dealt with the newly created municipal parking lot next to the bar/disco, La Luna. It also pointed out the problems endemic with such a lot.

The Wedding Dance - ahhh. One of my favorite kinds of posts to do. Snarky and making fun of the tourists. Even though you, the readers, don't seem to care for them too much, I delight in them.

FEBRUARY

The Who, What And Why - this one only dealt with the many friends of mine on the island at the time. Judging from some of the other favorites still to come, you guys really like the personal stuff.

Caribbean Snowdrifts - this was a take off on all the snow NOB. Our snowdrifts here are actually made of sand and removed by shovel, wheelbarrow and lots of back breaking work.

MARCH

Somebody Must Have The Answer - this was a plea for ideas and recommendations for a wireless router signal extender. I actually purchased one that was recommended by a reader. It didn't work.

Organized Chaos - pictures of what looks like a huge messy pile of fishing nets. Actually, they are quite well organized and coiled.

APRIL

Why I Bought My First Horse - a tribute to my Dad and how is death taught me a lesson.

We agreed on this month's post. My second choice would have to be the one entitled Unadulterated Goodness and dealt with the marvelous chocolates created at Vasilow's Confectionery.

MAY

Is It Just Me - a somewhat snarky, but true, post of people wearing beach wear in public places.

Again, we all like this one. Or disliked it, depending upon whether you were a man or woman!

JUNE

Uncle - the events of the last break-in wherein I am ready to throw in the towel.

From The Deck - observations of the wildlife and sounds from my sister's deck in Michigan

JULY

South Point - pictures of the renovations going on out there

La Boda - highlights from my friend's wedding in Izamal

AUGUST

Where Have I Been - another personal status update

Snackbar El Tico - a feature article on my friend's new bar downtown. Someplace that remains on my "to visit" list several times a week.

SEPTEMBER

OSHA Be Damned - a humorous quiz wherein you attempt to correctly identify gas containers.

Up, Up and Away - the fireworks from the bicentennial celebration. I thought I did a fine job of capturing them

OCTOBER

An Ill Wind - photos showing damage to the beach across from my house and the wires leading into my house from strong winds

I Promise, I Won't - I loved this post! In fact, I still get a chuckle when I think about it. It was the picture of the the sign I saw in a men's changing room, asking the patrons not to pee on the floor!

NOVEMBER

Still Here - yet another personal status update. I wonder if they are so popular because I don't post about myself very often or ????

Dead Sheep Walking - pictures of the living lawn mowers that are kept on the grounds of our local slaughterhouse. They are still there and one of them recently had a baby. Too cute.

DECEMBER

Be Careful What You Wish For - the story of the dog and seven puppies I am currently fostering

Better Than Ever - the videos of Fireboy. What can I say? He fascinates me.

So, another year down the tubes. Here's hoping that 2011 is brighter, warmer and better for everybody. See you on the other side!

Overnighting in Oxcutzcab

2010-12-30T06:05:00.000-06:00

Oxcutzcab (osh coots cob) is a major hub in the Yucatan. It is a central distribution point for fruits and vegetables heading out to points all over the state and the entire Yucatan peninsula. I have always been fascinated by this bustling market and community.

The entrance to the market building features this hand painted mural depicting Yucatecan market life.

Another section features these ladies in the traditional dress of the Yucatan. The huipil.

For those of you keeping track, we stayed at the Hotel Puuc, an easy walk from the market and central square. We paid 330 pesos for the night ($27.50) and on a scale of 1-10, Steve and I gave it an 11! It's that good.

The church in Oxcutzcab is the standard mission style church that is found in almost every village of the Yucatan. The difference here is that it has been maintained beautifully.

I would have loved to go inside and to show that to you too. Unfortunately, this church, like most of the ones we encountered on this trip, was locked tight. We didn't understand how or why a church would lock out it's congregation. Weird, if you ask me.

The town square is a pleasant place to sit, eat an ice cream cone, maybe some french fries or a marquisita while watching village life transpire. Including loud teenagers intent on establishing their social pecking order.

If you are touring the Yucatan, make time for an overnight in Oxcutzcab. It is well worth the time.

Chugging Along

2010-12-29T06:05:00.000-06:00

When I first started to visit Isla Mujeres, way back in 1990, the main transportation over here was provided by wooden boats. They were far from romantic and far from comfortable. They took 45 minutes to cross. I hated them.

Then along came the fast, enclosed, modern boats. The trip was reduced to 25 minutes and it seemed like we sped over here. I think that was around 1995 or so.

Nowadays, the preferred way to cross is on the Ultramar catamaran ferries. Comfortable, modern, clean and fast. Around 20 minutes or so if we aren't fighting the wind or high waves.

A year or so ago, the powers that be allowed both ferry companies to significantly raise their rates. The caveat was that they both had to improve their boats and their service.

The Ultramar company bought all new boats. The ones that are in use now and have the blue lights that shine from underneath into the water at night.

The other company? Well, you can see from this picture what they did. A big fat nothing.

I don't think these boats have really been serviced since they were put into service. The doors don't seal properly, and on some of them, don't even close anymore. Which allows water to splash into them and on the passengers. I have heard stories where they just stop working during a crossing and have to be towed to shore. To me, scary stuff indeed.

The above picture doesn't adequately show the cloud of black smoke from burning oil which enshrouds these boats as they cross. Can you imagine sitting inside this and having to breath these fumes?! Yuk. Not to mention the pollution they are putting into the air.

The long and short of it? I think they are dangerous and I would never step foot inside one.

Better Than Ever

2010-12-28T06:05:00.000-06:00

Yoday we celebrate the return of Fireboy to the island. His return always heralds the start of high season to me.

It is very clear that he has been working on and perfecting his art over the summer. He starts with a dazzling performance of firesticks. Which he lights with his hands! He also spends part of the performance surrounded by and dancing in fire. Wow.

His standard show with the fireballs on chains has been reved up quite a bit this year. He has three speeds he uses during the show - medium, fast and slow. Here is the fast part. Prepare to be amazed.

And here is where he slows it way down. Incredible that he can keep control of these things.

If you are on the island and happen to catch one his performances, show your appreciation for the talent, skill and originality of this guy. He lives on tips and 10 or 20 pesos in his hat is not going to kill you. It is well worth the money.

At Least It Wasn't In My Bonnet!

2010-12-27T06:05:00.000-06:00

While sitting on the back porch the other day, I glanced down and saw this guy.

He was already dead, thankfully. I scooped up his gigantic dead body and took a picture of him sitting on a flyswatter. I sure hope his pals don't come around to visit. I have never seen a bee this big on the island. I hope the wayward winds just blew him in!

Did anybody watch the eclipse last week? I didn't make it up that late. I did, however, get a shot of the moon just as it came up over the water that night. Impressive.

A Hearty Thank You

2010-12-24T06:05:00.000-06:00

I've had a few months now to put my thoughts together as to how I am going to tell the story of Project Warm Hearts this year. Of course, when it comes down to the wire, everything I had planned to say just doesn't seem adequate. I mean, how can I truly tell people how kind, generous, thoughtful, and warm spirited they are? Or how much their donations have meant to so many people. Me included.

I almost didn't continue with PJW this year. After the near disaster last year when the Mexican postal system decided that import duty had to be paid on every donation....whether store bought or hand made.....and refused to mail anything that did not have a receipt, I thought all was lost. But, as you remember, Kathy and Jaimie from Pau Mau came to the rescue and muled all of the donations to Veracruz. Bless them.

This year I fully intended to make the drive myself to hand deliver the items to John and Anita in Xico, the designated recipient community. Many things conspired against that and it just couldn't take place. After a few consultations with John and Anita, it was decided that it would be best to hand out the donations to needy and deserving individuals of my choice. Anita has already spent the PayPal donations on toys for the kids in Xico (with added funds thrown in by John and Anita, bless them too!) so there was going to be a party for the kids there anyway.

But before I get to the details of what happened here locally, I would like to thank a few people for making this dream of mine a reality. I may miss somebody and I apologise profusely if I do. Remember, my list of donors was stolen along with my computer last June.

I break out into a big smile whenever I even just think the name Jackie Conlon. This kind woman from Portland, and frequent island visitor, has so many points in her Karma bank that she could start making withdrawals anytime she wanted without touching the principle! This lady just gives and gives and gives. Not only here, but in her own community as well. The world should have more Jackies in it. So, thank you Jackie. From the bottom of my heart.

And then there are Ann and Alan Booth. Also island regulars and truly caring people.

Of equal importance are Croft Randle and Norma. I always want to switch his name around! Again, island visitors and faithful donators to PJW every year. They dig down every year and give so much to this project.

I thank all four of you most sincerely.

Also never failing to find room in their suitcases for something for the kids are Richard and Joanne Grainger. Over the years, these two delightful people have also become friends. They always find something really unique to bring down. Among the things last year were gloves with faces and string hair on each finger. Too cute. Thank you guys!

But really, the award for furthest travelled donation goes to Bill and Michelle Jones. They found room, don't ask me how, to bring down these gently used men's sweaters. Wow. I need to give them a special personal thank you.

Santa, or somebody similar to him, absolutely made me steal one of these sweaters for my own personal use! Hey, it gets freezing cold down here! One of these sweaters has helped keep me toasty as I sit at my computer in the evening. I am grateful.

I vividly recall getting the summons to go visit this lady. Kim Jones.

She, too, had found room to pack clothing and school items. Some really cute Christmas theme pencils that have been a tremendous hit to every child who has received one. Thank you, Kim.

The majority of the clothing items donated, as well as the 33 hats that I knit this year, have been given out to needy families here on Isla. Mostly to the residents of the neighborhood called Guadalapena. Some of the items have been taken to Cancun where they will be passed out by my best friend, LisaLoveLoca. Actually, they are being taken, along with the toys we were able to purchase with the cash donations, to poor villages just outside of Cancun, in the jungle.

And look, just look!, at what your donations were able to purchase!

I'm a sucker for Barbie dolls, or Barbie type dolls, since it was a Barbie doll that got this whole charity running in the first place. The ones you see pictured here were, in US money, $2.75 each. Small price to pay to give some little girl a princess to call her own.

See those giant balls? They were $1.66 each! And the trucks and car carriers and Jeeps we were able to buy. Most of them only $1.50 each. Giant earth moving machines. Plenty to keep a child's imagination flowing.

I mention the prices only to show you just how far even a $5 donation will go down here.

Next year, Project Warm Hearts is going to take a slightly different direction, with a slightly different goal. But always for the children. I will be giving you the details in February, along with a very special surprise fund raiser!

Again, thank you times one million! It is you guys, with your generous and warm hearts, that have made all of this possible for the third year in a row. I bow my head to all of you.

Merry Christmas to all of you, my faithful readers and companions throughout the year.

The Last Two

2010-12-22T06:05:00.001-06:00

After a quick side trip to the village of Santa Elena for Steve to see the "mummies", there were only two ruins left on our route.

Sayil and Labna.

The ruins at Sayil set aways back from the parking area and it is a hike through the "jungle" to get to them. There isn't really much left there. But what there is, is magnificent.

As we passed some of the lesser, unidentified building, I was once again struck by the work of the archaeologists in putting these ruins back together. This reminds me of building a house number-by-number.

The main building at Sayil is this residential house, also called The Palace. Probably the original condo, as many as 30 different families lived in this building. I would bet money that they were the aristocracy of the time.

This building has been compared to one found in Crete, Greece. Strange to me how different cultures developed along the same lines architecturally. Columns, both plain and decorated, dominated this structure.

As we walked from separated building to separated building, we could not help but notice these giant trees. I made a note to find out what I could about them later. They certainly are impressive.

I asked one of my native Yucatecan friends about them. He said that they are called a Pich (sounds like peach) tree. Once abundant in the area, they are becoming extremely rare. The reason is a sad story that we are all familiar without around the world. This tree depends upon deer who eat it's seed and then spread them throughout the forest in the form of seeds in the feces. Unfortunately, the deer population in the Yucatan is almost non-existent, having been hunted to near extinction in the area. Thus there is no carrier for the next generation of trees. Eventually, they will probably all be gone from the Yucatan. Pity.

This building always reminds me of an ornate entrance to a 60's bomb shelter! It is actually the ruin of a temple called "the rooster" because the ornate headdress at the top of the building was once painted a bright red.

Moving on down the road, we stopped at Labna.

The first building one comes to, after taking the long path from the parking lot, is the palace. It is the longest building known to exist in this area.

The building adornment can still be made out. There is a serpent's head with a human face peering out from between it's jaws. (maybe they had giant boa constrictors in the region?) This was supposedly the representation for the planet Venus.

The symbol for Venus.

I was hesitant to walk down this causeway. It was blazing hot that day and I knew that it would be pure torture with my leg problem. But I also knew that one of my favorite pieces of ruin was waiting to be viewed at the end. And I wanted to share it with Steve.

It's not much, but I love it. This was once the entrance way to some imperial family's home. I love to imagine what the house itself must have looked like!

Directly across from this is the structure known as "el Mirador", which means look out, or viewpoint, in Spanish. I'm sure one could see a long way from the top of it. But, what, I wonder, was there to see other than a bunch of trees?

For just a quick moment, as we walked back to the parking lot, I thought I was in Costa Rica again. There, running like obedient little soldiers, was a colony of leaf cutter ants. They are fascinating to watch.

In order to get even this good of a picture, I had to stir the scent of their path to momentarily confuse them. Or get them to pose, whichever you prefer!

We made a brief stop at the Caves of Loltun after this. We wisely decided to give them a miss. Maybe another time. It is a cave system that travels more than 2 miles underground and is just a wee bit difficult to walk. Especially with one of us having a leg problem and the other still recuperating from a zip line accident.

So then it was on to another one of my favorite cities in the Yucatan, Oxcutzcab, for the night.