Happiness is when what you think, what you say,
And what you do are in harmony.
|Black, white, and green rocks|
We spent a very nice time in Mazatlán cleaning, restocking, visiting with friends, and resting from six months in the hot Sea of Cortez where we visited no places as large or diverse as Mazatlán (500,000 or so people).Last time we were here, every local was gearing up for the all important Carnival (think Rio de Janeiro’s on a smaller scale), this time, about two months earlier in the year, every local is setting their sights on Solstice, Christmas and New Year.
- Bob, the fair and famous repair guy (who since then has left Mexico)
- Gary and Lois, our hosts on an inland trip
- Ismael the palapa owner where we had the best fish dish yet in Mexico
- Oscar, his two year old grand-son
- Marcel, the meat smoker
- Miriam and Eunice, the office workers
- The hunched over short old lady selling her precious cheese on a street corner near the plaza
- Doña Maria, the ancient stooped one who is always smiling even though she has to sort through garbage to pick out recyclable cans to make ends meet
- Ramon, Chayo, and Krystal, farmers in the Sierra Madres who became good friends after our short visit with them
We are quickly disappointed if some of them are not there. We are also a little saddened when some of the small businesses we had found helpful are already disbanded, only six months later but that’s the typical fast ebbing and flowing of Mexican businesses. Most new businesses last a very short while. There is little incentive to create customer loyalty or to last a long time. Easy government access to money to open businesses keep things moving for only very quick short bursts then die.
Time to eat some of the famous salty banana chips with hot sauce - - - they go really good with a cold drink.