Mazatlan report

Everyday smiller wakes up, steps out onto our balcony and proclaims that it´s another day in paradise. Mexico (at least the little part of it I´ve seen) is totally the best. For one thing, and those of you who haven´t been might not be ¨in the know¨ (no sabe as they say here), there´s Mexican food everywhere you go! It´s like I can´t feel guilty for eating it because I have no choice! Also, there´s tons of shrimp and fish and nobody gives you chips so you don´t feel as bad as eating regular Mexican food. Anyway, it´s the bomb. There are only two beverage-related drawbacks 1)no strong coffee anywhere, I´ve tried all over town. 2)no wine. It is so hard for me to get drunk on Pacificos (which is manufactured in Mazatlan). I did a scientific experiment where I found out that it takes me four to get seriously buzzed and at that point I am so bloated with beer I don´t want any more. And I don´t like tequila very much. Tonight I´m barhopping, first at this Canadian bar called Canucks (there are tons of Canadians here) cuz my mom is dragging me to open mic night, and then to a bullfighters bar so hopefully I can accomplish some intoxication.

One of the most fun things we did was take a ferry to this beach called Isla de Pierda. It was so pretty and we practically had the beach to ourselves. The beach is lined with shack-restaurants selling, guess what!? That´s right, Mexican food. And they have hammocks at the restaurants and tons of super friendly stray beach dogs that come by for pets. The dogs aren´t scabby or mangy like most stray dogs although some of them have pretty saggy teats, if you´ll pardon my saying so. The only people on Isla de Pierda were Mexican kids on spring break, and they were much more charming than American college kids. They´re pretty wholesome for the most part and most of them wear very modest beachwear, boys and girls, so you can imagine my thong really stands out!

Another cool thing we did was go to the Mazatlan Denios, which takes over this whole section of town on sundays. It was like Denios with less good stuff to by but waayyy better food. I had birria de chivo from a cart that was great. But no beer to be had! I got some white Converse knockoffs to further elevate my indie elite status.

So far, best dogs anywhere and great food. We run into my mom everywhere constantly which can be a bit of a shock, especially when we had just smoked some fine Mexican brown weed (OK, it was scored from my mom so I guess it wasn´t that big of a deal). So far, Semana Santa isn´t in effect, but I don´t think it really gets going until after we leave. Oh yeah, and we´re pretty tan. But it´s patchy as fuck. My right arm and ankles should be a golden brown when I get home.