things to get used to
1. barking dogs - on our small block there are at least 17 dogs. they like to bark. a lot.
2. geckos - they run up the walls when you least expect it. at least they eat the ants.
3. ants - millions of microscopic ants. slightly creepy.
4. insane bus rides - totally packed, psycho drivers, singing children, balloon-making clowns.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
So yesterday we drove to Sayulita. I love it there. It's basically this quiet little surfer cove with great food and a fantasic break. A few too many tourists, hippies, and hippie tourists, and their dogs. But pretty much a tropical dream. I think I'll be taking the bus there as often as possible.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
The food in mexico is pretty much the best. Last week we were at the centro mercado in a little town called Jocotopec on lake Chapala. We had these salads that were unbelievable. Julianed carrots, jicima, cucumbers, mangos and beets piled high on a little tray and covered with a mild chili sauce. One of the most refreshing and delicious things I've ever had. Last night we had the famous PV fish tacos. Fresh mahi mahi hand rolled in a flour batter and fried in corn oil, placed on warm, fresh tortillas spread with a little lime mayo and then piled with pickled onions, carrots, lettuce, avacado, and pinapple salsa; a dollar a piece! I still have mixed feelings about the molcajete. It's a stone bowl placed in the oven until it is hotter than the devil's pajamas. Then they line it cheese and pour a saucy mixture of meat and veggies on top. The cheese closest to the food melts and mixes with the saucy mix, bubbling over the sides and creating the richest cheese sauce/chunky fondo thingy you've ever had. The cheese closest to the hot stone gets crispy like fried cheese and you can break off pieces to dip into the cheesy sauce and you can feel your heart slowing as it labors to pump the greasy goodness to your soon-to-be chubby extremities. Tricia's dad would love it more than anything in the world - fried cheese dipped in cheesy meat sauce! Anyway, lots of walking and swimming in the ocean are the only things that may keep me from becoming obese.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Conservatives are always complaining that the country is running out of room for people-"too many immigrants!" Liberals are like, "too many humans - period." These people need to drive I-5 from Sacramento to Bakersfield. Right on I-5 there are long stretches of road with nothing but knee-high weeds (Next gas 42 miles). Drive from San Diego to Texas and you see the same thing - hundreds of miles of nothing. OK, so these areas have little water and lots of snakes, but this country is still pretty damn empty. Check out the map sometime between San Antonio and Guadalajara. Sure there are a couple of large cities. But I can tell you that massive stretches of Mexico's buisiest highways are essentially empty. Exept for deer. I hit one coming accross the border. It was sad, but it jumped over a fence afterward, so maybe it's alright.
Friday, January 12, 2007
We survived our trip to Texas, saw some friends and family along the way, and saw a fair portion of the West. Moving to LA is out of the question. Bakersfield was even worse. Bakerfield makes Everret look like Rome. Imagine ten miles in every direction: Carl's Jr., Home Depot, Safeway, Cheveron, etc., on a loop, forever. The Bakerfield Chamber of Commerce boasts that Bakersfield metro area is over 224 square miles, and I think I hate every one of them. But a half a million Bakersfielders can't be wrong, can they? I don't know, they have the largest Basque population in the U.S. if that counts for anything. But it was nice to see Ron, even if he is living a squatter's life in his apartment (lacking a bed, Ron slept on a loveseat -which was not as sweet as our "sleep machine" - a large pile of plankets, pillows and assorted yoga mats on the floor - it was not bad!). Still if we move anywhere on the west coast it would be San Diego, founded by the Germans in 1904...