Man, can you scribble! Beautiful, evocative stuff. Never been to Mexico, but you just brought it - bang! - into this old man's living room. Thanks.
Reminds me of the time, more moons ago than I care to remember, when I met a fisherboy of on an isolated, non-tourist beach in Kenya. He was 20, spoke excellent English (mainly self-taught, I learned). I was a "mature", "sophisticated" Westerner in my early forties who imagined I knew it all.
Twenty minutes of chatting later, I realised I knew almost nothing about anything that really mattered.
I like these expeditions into the foreign landscape of tropical lethargy painted in hues of poignant appreciation for a culture embodied in an atmosphere of insouciance.
Brings back memories of my college semester abroad spent in San Luis Potosi. Did a side trip to Puerto Vallarta for our break. Great place back then ('75). Yalapa was very chill. Would love to go somewhere like it that is still not spoiled by idiot gringos.
If it is warm and cheap, idiot gringos have already infested and corrupted it.
Down here we have the "Jet Blue Crew" , work-a-day, emotionally-retarded inner-city dwellers who come down on weekends to play their Pimp Daddy fantasies to poor Haitian teen (and younger) girls...and boys.
I have fond memories and many pictures of the cobble stone streets, colorful houses and the malecon. The skies were brilliant blue. The sultry air was heavy and rich with the tones of Sade. God, those were exhilarating times in the 80's.
🔥💯 Wording-painting too good!(* 😔 Softly soothing and deeply disturbing and mildly amusing, all at glorious once. Won’t let you go too easily. Mañana, maybe.
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(* NB! not too good to be true and truly beautiful, the other kind
Well done, GC! I exiled myself from BC during the hoax....to Bucerias. You took me right back to all the vivid flavours with your golden pen. Now I’ll finish my pho in DaNang.
Has someone been reading Fred Reed? I was just thinking to myself how I miss Fred Reed's columns at Lew Rockwell on Mexico and then I read this. Thank you - it really hit the spot. If you mention Padre Kino in a column, you have a reader for life.
Mezcal fund...lol. This piece is really well done. Spend more time on the beach so we can all share.
Man, can you scribble! Beautiful, evocative stuff. Never been to Mexico, but you just brought it - bang! - into this old man's living room. Thanks.
Reminds me of the time, more moons ago than I care to remember, when I met a fisherboy of on an isolated, non-tourist beach in Kenya. He was 20, spoke excellent English (mainly self-taught, I learned). I was a "mature", "sophisticated" Westerner in my early forties who imagined I knew it all.
Twenty minutes of chatting later, I realised I knew almost nothing about anything that really mattered.
I like these expeditions into the foreign landscape of tropical lethargy painted in hues of poignant appreciation for a culture embodied in an atmosphere of insouciance.
What HUMDEEDEE said, GC. 😃
Is intoxication contagious?
Keep going like this they’re going to put your picture on a
thousand peso note; or it might be the reward for known whereabouts...
Beautifully done.
Brings back memories of my college semester abroad spent in San Luis Potosi. Did a side trip to Puerto Vallarta for our break. Great place back then ('75). Yalapa was very chill. Would love to go somewhere like it that is still not spoiled by idiot gringos.
If it is warm and cheap, idiot gringos have already infested and corrupted it.
Down here we have the "Jet Blue Crew" , work-a-day, emotionally-retarded inner-city dwellers who come down on weekends to play their Pimp Daddy fantasies to poor Haitian teen (and younger) girls...and boys.
Beautifully written with a Lawrencian sense of place...time to re-read "The Plumed Serpent"?
I have fond memories and many pictures of the cobble stone streets, colorful houses and the malecon. The skies were brilliant blue. The sultry air was heavy and rich with the tones of Sade. God, those were exhilarating times in the 80's.
Thank you for allowing me to relive those days.
Me, too ... Spent a few months in San Blas (Nayarit) & Vallarta, early 70s. Everything local. Bucerias wasn't even on the map.
If you wanted to go to Zijuatenejo, you had to go in by 4-wheel Jeep or a boat. One little hotel in Manzanillo.
Beautiful days.
Oye como va?
That was some mighty fine writing. Haven't read something that good in a long time.
Lovely read. Thank you.
🔥💯 Wording-painting too good!(* 😔 Softly soothing and deeply disturbing and mildly amusing, all at glorious once. Won’t let you go too easily. Mañana, maybe.
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(* NB! not too good to be true and truly beautiful, the other kind
Simply beautiful. I heard Hemingway, Jim Harrison, and 2 poetic words of Pablo Neruda. THANK YOU! Literature still lives. Bless you buddy
Well done, GC! I exiled myself from BC during the hoax....to Bucerias. You took me right back to all the vivid flavours with your golden pen. Now I’ll finish my pho in DaNang.
After reading this, I'm getting excited for your book.
Has someone been reading Fred Reed? I was just thinking to myself how I miss Fred Reed's columns at Lew Rockwell on Mexico and then I read this. Thank you - it really hit the spot. If you mention Padre Kino in a column, you have a reader for life.
Fred is still around and writing, and living in Jocotepec, I think. He has some things here ... https://www.unz.com/freed/
He also used to publish at TakisMag.com. loved reading his stuff, and I live close to him in MX much of the year.
I often wonder in a culture that expresses music in salsa, merengue, mariachi, tango, and bachata, how did Carlos Santana emerge?
His father was a concert violinist in Jalisco. Musical family.