El Hombre Tortilla meets the Extranjeros in Sayulita

a meeting of strangers in Sayulita, me being the most Mexican of the group... well, actually tortilla man is 100% Mexican, and then me... meet the crew:

Ashley, a bay area/santa barbara stu/current new yawker, soon-to-be bound for three months(maybe forever) in Spain... a long weekend lone traveler in Sayulita. muy chingona.

Na Tan iel (pounced very French... NOT NatHaniel!)... a French Canadian from Quebec, another rubber tramp like myself on the tail end of his Mexican adventures in his old Ford Van, heading home soon (4 days on a Greyhound bus) for his little brother's birthday, bearing a gift of an authentic Mexican guitar, just so he can return to his van for more rubber stamping through North America...possibly.

Chile Relleno... aka Jose... a Chilean landed in Sayulita for work and surf. Serves a wicked Sangria on the beach, always seen with a smile, and plays the most enjoyable beach music on his ipod, providing an ideal work environment for my full time job under the palapa. anyone care to sign up? pay stinks, but you cant beat the view....

the four amigos, plus Yola, hop in Marisol(the bus) for a surf adventure to a beach south of Sayulita. more waves, less crowds. perfecto. second spot was a winner, and it was everything Chile Relleno had promised. I even managed to get up on a few, which makes the outing a true success! on the way back, it finally started to rain after days of threatening clouds. upon our return 'home' we all decided we weren't quite ready to call it a night, and Chile Relleno offered to be our gracious host of the evening and have us over to his house for killer tacos and the best view of Sayulita. Marisol decided she was too hot and needed a rest, and possibly a new water pump(uh oh), so she was out for the night half way down the hill, and off on foot we went, in the rain... poor Chile with no shoes. We picked up taco supplies in town, stopped off at Robert's Bakery(the only gay black man in Mexico i think... with a bakery?) for some insane chocolate cake, a pre taco treat. It was at Robert's that the electricity went adios, and we were bound for Chile's house in the dark... splashing through the mud puddles. How does it get any better than this? Back at the house, candlelight dinner, laughs, hats, and even an appearance from tortilla man (thank you Ashley!)... all in all, it was an epic night.... And just when we were saying our goodbyes, the lights miraculously came back on, and we were blessed with lighted streets for our walks home... buenas noches Sayulita...

Creator

WHY HATE WHAT YOU CREATE?

accept responsibility for who you are and the world you create... choose to perceive.

if you choose to see misery, you are misery and create more misery for the world... choose love. see love. be love. manifest a world of love. FREE WILL. create from the heart and see the reflection of love all around you.

dancing with myself
- la playa, san pancho, nayarit. mexico.

Shower or Giant Drinking Fountain?

for those of you who know how much i love to shower... my current residence (pre-palapa grandiosa) has the most stylish of mexican accomodations. as i turned on the faucet today, i had to laugh... i couldn't quite decide if it was a giant drinking fountain, or a an acutal shower.... you decide.
bienvenido a mexico!!


p.s. have you ever had to wait for water to cool down versus waiting for it to heat up? mucho calor mis amigos... mucho calor...

a broken toe and life lessons

a journal entry for sharing... pondering getting into the water....

all life is a learning lesson. if you don't get out and live, which includes both success and failure, how do you expect to learn anything of this great lesson we call life? If we succeeded at every chance for a lesson, then where would there be room for growth? It's not about winning or losing, it's about being brave enough to play knowing that failure is just as important (if not more) as success. One doesn't exist without the other, just like everything else in life. Rather than try to separate the two (or avoid the one you don't "like"), appreciate the oneness in duality. We learn in duality. To be afraid of failure, is to be afraid of success... and therefore LIFE. What is there really to lose in oneness?

and then...

she goes out... and catches her first wave all on her own...

with the broken toe...

p.s. pirated images... lo siento... i promise i will be more authentico la proxima vez...

lasts and firsts

Last moments of California... rays of sunset driving down the coast, compass stuck on south, orchid in bloom... perfect lasts and hello firsts...

lessons learned so far:
1) just say no to pot cookies on procrastinated packing days
2) more water, less wine 24-48 hours before scheduled departure
3) have faith in the unknown
4) relish even the sad moments



i sit in the Cameron Cafe after a tasty Sayulita shrimp burger made with nothing but the best ingredients, love... pondering my first days alone... sipping on my Pacifico... Yola paitently observing the street activities on the restaurant balcony (got to love the pet friendly-ness of this country... perros bienvenidos!).. . I dont know how i got here, but i know stubbornness does apply. I knew that I wanted to do this, and despite many efforts of loved ones to convince me of better, more socially acceptable life options, vagrant-ness through the southern waters won. I embark this phase of my life with an open heart, giving and receiving love from the universe. So far, so excellent. Potential work lies ahead, because a little food money always helps, and the most stellar of accommodations to rest in.... I am blessed...

as i said goodbye to the lasts of california life, i welcome the newness of la vida latina. the goodness of california remains in my heart always and i am thankful for the many blessings i received. but as i drove past the mango and banana orchards, and as i lay underneath the coconut trees on the beach, i knew i was home. ...

p.s. baby swims in mexcio! woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!!