I experienced a small but decidedly noticeable shift in reality perception these past few days. And one of the reasons for this was due to the total submersion in an new environment which I didn’t poison by diluting the experience with contextually irrelevant nonrealities like world news or American politics. When my hotel – La… Continue reading Sayula – The Latest Convergence
Amazingly on this trip I discovered a secret. I discovered what appears to be the reason or idea behind las animas, the spirits. Interestingly enough the spirits are not the product of catholic syncretism nor are they necessarily the product of pre-Hispanic culture (although las animas quite probably existed then). And the spirits are not… Continue reading Sayula Las Animas
Sayula doesn’t have restaurants save 2 sushi places and a cheap Chinese. Seriously. I discovered that upon arrival as I wondered the streets in search of food fresh off the bus starved from nearly twelve hours of food and beverage deprivation. I walked outward from the giant central plaza 4 blocks in each direction from… Continue reading A Sayula Truth
I was preparing to leave Sayula the next day and what should happen? Another convergence. So, when my existing hotel (the rotten bastards) reneged on their dinner promise I was then put in the position to look elsewhere; or starve. (You know travelers are disproportionately hungry to other folks.) So while I was inconvenienced I… Continue reading Sayula, there and back.
I begin my trip tomorrow. The bus from Sahuayo will take the highway south to Jiquilpan then turn west to go through San Jose de Gracia, south to Mazamitla, then further southwest to Tuxpan where it will then turn north and terminate in Ciudad Guzman. I will then need to find a second bus to… Continue reading Tomorrow, Sayula!
I had a few things on hand. Some potatoes. An avocado. Some eggs and a couple of onions. I thought about sauteing the onions to go with the potatoes and avocado. Then it seemed to me that some nice fresh cream would work nicely with it all. Why is that heavy cream brings out the… Continue reading Lunch, Improvised
Sometimes I forget where I am, only to be reminded when things don’t work out as expected, that I am again only another MIA in a foreign culture prone to all sorts of misunderstandings. Up until this morning I was pretty certain that credit cards were the way that most of the world had standardized… Continue reading Standards?