Ahhhh-Mazzz!!

I just can't explain it. There is something about this town...

We drove into Mazatlan yesterday afternoon, and I felt a genuine sense of excitement and joy. As we wound our way down through Centro to Passeo Claussen, I actually felt a sense of peace come over me. And that is understandable when you come face to face with the rolling waves of the Pacific in all of its glimmering-glory. It's like we arrive at summerland. Young and old walking, jogging, rolling down the Malecon. Faces with ice cream flavored smiles and squealing kids tumbling through the surf. This is what you see in JANUARY! Yep, it's summerland here is glorius old Mazatlan. We left snow in Nogales and arrived to 80 degrees. I just love the Tropic of Cancer.

We've unpacked and have settled in, for a sadly brief two weeks here in Summerland. With the weather so warm, we decided that we needed something cool for dinner. So this morning we visited the shrimp ladies (I am not being politically incorrect, as this has nothing to do with their size or shape), they sell fresh shrimp and lobster on one of the streets in Centro.

Greg and I were presented with bucket after bucket of icy shrimp and lobsters of all variety. I felt like I was Bubba-Gump for a moment. At last, we found the prize, some sweet river shrimp that would make the perfect ceviche and two stately looking lobsters that were destine for our gullets. They cleaned and bagged a kilo of shrimp and muscled the lobster-beasts into and bag for us and we headed back to the house with our treasures of the sea in hand.

Being Monday, I had work to do, so I made for my new office, while Greg prepared the Ceviche. I must admit that it was hard to concentrate with the memorizing view and the smell of cilantro and onions wafting up from the kitchen. So, in the true spirit of Mexico I said " oh well, perhaps I will get more accomplished mañana ".

Then I did the logical thing, I slipped off my shoes, opened a bottle of white and waited patiently for the shrimp to turn pink.