Last Minute Lunch Date

I’ve been working on a file from hell the last couple of days that took almost twice as long to do as it should have. Even though I have another big job due tomorrow night, I’ve been typing since 6AM and decided to quit at 1:00.

I emailed Dale mid morning to see if she wanted to go for a walk on the beach. She was more in the mood to go for a beer and wanted to try the Puesta del Sol restaurant because it advertised 15 peso beers, the cheapest price we’ve seen outside a grocery store. I had planned to get chicken for lunch, so I decided to instead get food at the restaurant.

Puesta del Sol is the Gringoest restaurant on the beach in that it’s where all the tour groups go. So I don’t know why I was shocked by the English menu in U.S. dollars. I asked if they had one in pesos and was told it’s only in Spanish. Not a problem. I just like to know how much I’m spending!

Dale ordered her usual, nachos with cheese, and they were terrible! They were covered in viscous bright orange processed ‘Nacho cheese’ like you’d get at a cinema back home. Yikes! What a waste of 60 pesos!

I ordered their fish ceviche for 85 pesos and was very happy with my lunch! Thank goodness! The portion was huge, almost more than I could eat, with the fish being mixed with grated carrots and ‘cooked’ in what I think was a mixture of both lime and orange juice. It was fresh, zesty, and dang good with a pile of chips! 85 pesos felt like a good deal and not just for a Gringo restaurant, so I’m pleased.

Our Pacificos were, indeed, only 15 pesos. So we would definitely go back to Puesta del Sol for a drink, but not for nachos!

Running Errands On a Muggy Morning

I’m waiting for a big temporary contract to start any day, so I’m trying to squeeze in a little fun first! Dale and I both love to go to Maz and just wander around, so after she dropped me off last night, we made plans to go back to town this morning to run a few errands.

We were originally going to take the bus to Walmart, but Dale has figured out that she really doesn’t need to go there. My budget is still 2,000 pesos short because of the recent banking disaster, so my plan to go to Soriana and get different groceries got scrapped.

I’m going to call my bank next week to see if they made any headway to get my money back, but I’m sure it’s gone. It’s going to be a really tight month as I only have 1,100 pesos spending money for groceries and outings till February. I got through November with about that much and I know I can do it, but I’ll have to be really mindful of where my money is going. I’d rather go out and eat beans at home than to eat well at home and not go out, so the blog should still be interesting. 😉

At any rate, I got home last night and there was no internet. There was a lot of work done around the property and on the roof yesterday, so I thought that maybe the line got knocked out. I didn’t mind the work since it was for me this time!

I haven’t had any running hot water in the shower to speak of since the water went out a few weeks ago. My landlady’s husband figured out that there was air in the line and got it sorted, then changed my shower head to a smaller one with fewer holes to increase the pressure. He also lifted the rooftop water tank to increase the water drop, which increased the water pressure. My shower last night was amazing! And I now have warm water in the kitchen in just a few minutes, something I used to wait 20 minutes for!

So, no internet last night. I got to bed early so I could get up early and run to Carmelita’s to check my email before going to Maz. My active clients right now are in EST, so 7:00 here is 9:00 for them and if I can expect anything for the day, it’s usually in my inbox by the time I’m up. There was nothing pressing, thankfully. Dale had sent me something to print and I figured out how to get it from my iPad to my computer, which was quite an accomplishment!

It was about 8:00 when I headed home and I stopped by my landlady’s place. Her husband (who did the plumbing work) was in the garage, so I thanked him for the work on the shower and told him about the internet. My landlady came by just as Dale and I were heading out around 8:30 to say that she had called TelMex and they said there was nothing wrong that they could see through their system, so she was going to go speak with someone in person.

Dale and I finally made it to Maz and stopped at Panamá’s for a pastry. Today is the Day of the Kings/Epiphany, which is a holiday, so they didn’t have much for sale except for the cake with, I imagine, the bean in it. We grabbed two strudel things that wound up being full of custard. Very tasty, but I have issues with eggs, so I might have an upset tummy later. We shall see…

We both had a couple of errands to run, but no shopping per se. I stopped at the bank to withdraw rent and spending money. I really like the Santander Bank because it gave me my 7,000 pesos in 50s, 100s, 200s, and 500s, instead of just 500s! I am so glad I gave them a second chance.

And then, I did something stupid. I LEFT MY CARD IN THE ATM. I’m so used to getting the card first before the machine will give me my money. The lady who used the ATM next ran after me and gave me back my card, thank goodness! I was so grateful to her as that’s the last thing I would have needed. CIBC assured me that they could courier me a new card to Mexico, but can you imagine the delay for that, never mind the difficulty in finding a secure place to have the card sent to?! So thank you again, wonderful lady!

Next, we found a copy place for Dale. She wanted some contact cards to give to folks. I didn’t bring any card stock with me, so I printed in colour onto regular paper to then be photocopied onto card stock. Dale handed the copy clerk the paper and told me to do my thing, ie. be her translator. I said that she wanted cards. The clerk found card stock, not perforated, which Dale could cut up herself. The copies were beautiful and only cost Dale 24 pesos. I’m frankly shocked that they turned out so crisp and clear.

Then, Dale told me that she had heard about a museum above the Plazuela Machado that is about the history of Maz. We found it and entry was only 20 pesos. We went in and first listened to a movie where we learned about how insignificant Maz was as a port until the end of the 19th century, how it got built up thanks to industry (mostly sugar cane factories), how it was nearly destroyed when the economy tanked, and how Mazlatecos saved their city by switching to fishing and tourism as the primary industries. It was really interesting. I’m surprised by how little the city has changed since it was built in terms of the main buildings and roads.

We then walked around the museum, which gave us an idea of what a typical residence in the late 19th century would have been like (simple, with lots of dark wood). There were lots of pictures of Maz in the day, too, which Dale and I found fascinating. What a little gem!

This is the kind of gas stove I want for my cabin!

This is the kind of gas stove I want for my cabin!

Gorgeous floor tile upstairs in the museum.

Gorgeous floor tile upstairs in the museum.

View of the Plazuela Machado from the upstairs balcony.

View of the Plazuela Machado from the upstairs balcony.

Such a pretty building.

Such a pretty building.

Gorgeous floor of the balcony.

Gorgeous floor of the balcony.

And a ceiling to match!

And a ceiling to match!

Diva Angela Peralta, after whom the theatre is named.

Diva Angela Peralta, after whom the theatre is named.

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Outside, someone turned this window into a bench.

Outside, someone turned this window into a bench.

Looking up at the museum balcony.

Looking up at the museum balcony.

The museum entrance is on Constitución between Plazuela Machado and Olas Altas. It’s in the yellow Connobia building that has the Italian restaurant. The entrance price list is by the door, to give you an idea of what to look for.

My next pressing errand was to get my tote bag fixed. I have a leather tote that I just adore because it’s just a good size for my lifestyle. It’s not pretty, but it can hold my electronics, a little shopping, and even serve as an overnight bag. Unfortunately, the strap has been coming apart for ages and it was literally hanging by a thread as we finished up at the museum.

I’d asked Contessa if she knew of a leather repair place and she suggested I ask the shoe shiners in front of the cathedral. They were of no help. I then asked the gals at the museum and they said that the ladies at a clothing repair place in the mercado would know where to send me. So that’s where we ended up going next.

First mail box I've seen in Mexico!

First mail box I’ve seen in Mexico!

The McDonald's near the Mercado only serves dessert!

The McDonald’s near the Mercado only serves dessert! Panamá’s is next door.

We walked around the perimeter of the mercado first, not certain what we were looking for. I found a woman selling battered magazines and books. She had a bunch of Reader’s Digests, which are great for practicing the reading of Spanish as they are mature but easy language. Unfortunately, she wanted 10 pesos each, not negotiable. I decided to grab one anyway when I saw that she had a copy of the Spanish version of Little Women, one of my favourite childhood books! I love reading translations of works I know well as that helps me improve my vocabulary and grammar without also struggling to follow the story. She said the book was 40 pesos and I could have one Reader’s Digest free with it. Sold!

After some time, we found the clothing repair place and the ladies did know exactly where to send me. I was really confused when they said to go up and down, but I eventually understood that I was to go several blocks ‘that way’ and that the shop, the name of course I’ve now forgotten, would be on my left.

Off we went and everything became clear as the road when UP and then DOWN again. Maz is not flat!

On the way, we passed a house that is for sale and with which Dale is, understandably, in love. Even though it is derelict, it still has heavy wooden door and window frames and stained glass.

Dale and I want to buy this house. :)

Dale and I want to buy this house. 🙂

After a few blocks, we hadn’t found the shop, so I went into a shoe shop to ask and the lady stepped out to point one block back. Even with my eyesight, I could see the sign! It was just in the wrong direction from the way were were going. The shop is at the corner of Zaragoza and Benito Juarez.

I brought the bag in and the gentleman said that he could fix it for 30 pesos! He set to work with glue, a patch (unexpected), and his treadle sewing machine. It wasn’t fine work, but for this bag, it was 100% what I wanted and the patch is on the inside of the strap so it doesn’t show. I just wish he’d had darker thread, but I’m being fussy. I am so pleased! And did I mention 30 pesos?!

Treadle sewing machine at the leather repair shop.

Treadle sewing machine at the leather repair shop.

Inside of my bag strap.

Inside of my bag strap.

Outside. I managed to roll off those spots of glue and except for the different thread colour, it looks as good as new from that side!

Outside. I managed to roll off those spots of glue and except for the different thread colour, it looks as good as new from that side!

We had thought to have lunch at the Mercado, but, really, we weren’t that hungry at that time. We walked up Zaragoza to get to the panga and didn’t pass anything that was calling our names so we decided to save our money and have lunch at our respective homes.

The former orphanage.

The former orphanage.

I got in and had internet, as well as water all over my bathroom and hallway floors. Toilet failure. OMG. I went to the landlady to pay the rent and explained the issue (too high water level in the tank and leaking through the handle). I said that I turned the water off to the toilet until it can be fixed. Guess it’s the week for problems!

Monday Night at La Chupiteria in Mazatlán

Dale’s friend Rob plays at La Chupiteria on Paseo Claussen, just north of Angel Flores, on Monday nights. Long-term Mazatlecos would know this location as being the former Canucks bar.

We left my place just past six and took our time getting there, winding and wending our way through the historical district so that we could stick to well populated areas. I was thrilled to pass ‘my’ ice cream guy, whom I haven’t seen in ages because I’ve been going to Maz too early or too late. I tried a new flavour, green, and can’t remember what he said it is. I’m not sure why, but I only got charged 15 pesos!

La Chupiteria is a lovely location across from the Malecón. The decor is splendid. I took lots of photos, but I haven’t mastered my iPhone camera since these two were the only ones that sort of came out. 🙁

The ceiling was gorgeous!

The ceiling was gorgeous!

The band was playing sock hop/rock 'n roll stuff from the '50s and '60s.

The band was playing sock hop/rock ‘n roll stuff from the ’50s and ’60s.

Before the music started, we walked around the back part where there were a few vendors. I’ve been looking for a certain style of apron and found exactly what I wanted for only 120 pesos (handmade by a group of 11 women sewing their way out of poverty, so I would not haggle), but I hadn’t brought that much cash with me. I doubt they are going to sell out and I’ll try them again another week.

The music was really good and lots of people got on the dance floor. Dale and I tapped to the beat, but did not venture out. I’m used to being the youngest in the crowd, but it was particularly noticeable last night!

Dale is a very slow drinker and I like my beer cold. So I drank two to her one. Total cost for three beers was 75 pesos! While I had a good evening at La Chupiteria, it would not be my first choice of place to get a beer in Maz since they charge 25 pesos. It’s been my experience that a beer is 20 pesos in Maz and 25 on Isla, so La Chupiteria is a more expensive place to drink. I know, I know, five pesos isn’t much, but it’s the principle of the thing.

We then walked down to Olas Altas to look for the Looney Bean coffee shop and can’t find it. Dale is sure she’s seen it. We are confused.

From Olas Altas, we headed to Plazuela Machado and stopped en route at the Panamá bakery to get some treats for the road. I got a savoury jalepeño-y bun thing that had a thin layer of ham and cheese in it, very yummy!, and a pineapple filled thing. 24 pesos for a small late supper, not bad! Dale and I are huge fans of Panamá’s as the pastries are super cheap, always fresh, and we’ve never had a bad one! This was our first time at this location; we usually go to the one between the Mercado and the cathedral.

My night soured when I got home to find no internet, hence the lateness of this post. More on that in my next post!

The Pelican Length

Mid-afternoon is my favourite time to hit the beach. Lowish tide means lots of clean hard packed sand to walk on and tidal pools to wade through. Sometimes, they are shallow. Sometimes, like today, I find myself in water up to my mid-thighs! I walk away from the crowds, towards the golf course and airport. Sometimes, it’s a short walk. Sometimes, I forget that I’ll have to come back and walk far enough that the trip home is a bit of a chore.

Today’s walk was marred by my coming upon two sick or injured pelicans. The first still had a lot of spirit, spreading its wings when I got too close, but unable to otherwise move. What a wingspan it was, likely close to my height (5’6″)!

I was certain the other was dead because it did not react to me at all when I came upon it the first time. On the way back, it opened its eyes slightly, startling me!

Both were surrounded by ATV tracks, so I hope they were merely in shock from fright and not injured.

Sunny With a Chance of Goats and Stingrays

I only had a little work to do for tomorrow morning, so I finished it first thing today and then headed out to hike up Goat Mountain a second time.

It was a gorgeous hot and sunny day, the first that we’ve had in almost a week. I ran into Janet and Grant on the way and caught up with them, as well as getting cuddles from their dog, Boo!

Watching ships in a harbour is something I really enjoy, so I took my time getting to Goat Mountain, using the zoom function on my camera in lieu of binoculars to watch containers being loaded on and off ships.

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The pelicans were out in full force. They never cease to amuse me, even though they are not an exotic creature to me since we have them in SK and I saw plenty of them in Texas!

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Check out the wary expression on his face!

Check out the sly expression on his face!

The goats were also out today and did a good job of ignoring me!

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Put in sheep or hairy coos instead of goats and I would wear that this picture was taken in the Scottish Highlands!

Put in sheep or hairy coos instead of goats and I would wear that this picture was taken in the Scottish Highlands!

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Scotland, seriously!

Scotland, seriously!

There were also lots of a bird of prey, probably a hawk, at the very top of Goat Mountain. Getting up and down it was again rather anticlimactic because it looks so imposing from a distance!

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Can you see the spires of the cathedral?

Can you see the spires of the cathedral?

Dale and I are going to climb up to the lighthouse soonish. She's done it once.

Dale and I are going to climb up to the lighthouse soonish. She’s done it once.

Lots of these birds flying around.

Lots of these birds flying around.

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Using my excellent zoom to show off this incredibly clear water.

Using my excellent zoom to show off this incredibly clear water.

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More goats with lots of bleating, probably telling me to go away!

More goats with lots of bleating, probably telling me to go away!

On the way back, I passed a municipal police truck. Both the driver and the officer standing in the back holding a weapon were wearing bandanas over their face, which I read means that they are narcos attempting to protect their identities. They slowed down to give me a once over and I removed my sunglasses, smiled, and nodded. I got no reaction from them at all. Goat Island is quite an isolated part of Isla with little traffic, so it’s nice to see it being patrolled. The police force here does a good job keeping order. I’ve witnessed one arrest for what was very likely drunk and disorderly conduct.

I came home by the beach, which was eerily quiet for such a beautiful day, but explained by the numerous yellow flags warning swimmers that there was a risk of stingrays. Some hardy souls still braved the water!

Yellow with logo is a warning for stingrays.

Yellow with logo is a warning for stingrays.

It took about two dozen pictures to get one with the wind catching the flag just right so that I could capture the logo!

It took about two dozen pictures to get one with the wind catching the flag just right so that I could capture the logo!