Mazatlan is a culture of last minute events; very few things are planned ahead. Although we have a new director of Cultura, Raul Rico, who understands promotion and lead times, not everything falls under his watch. There are many smaller venues that have spontaneous arts shows, tango concerts, or author presentations. This world was...
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We moved into our condo on October 22. It’s now mid January and the noise and dust has never been worse. Slowly more owners arrive but that’s just adding fuel to fire; everyone is angry, stressed and feeling betrayed by the developers. Soren and I are not sure how to combat this level of...
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We are finally settling into our dust bowl, scaffold ridden perch when jackhammers thunder down on us. Que pasa on the 8th floor? Oh god, it’s our friends Rita and Allen who are ripping up their entire floor in the two bedroom unit right above us. It’s not the condo workers, it’s their own...
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The next morning, not wanting to face our million cartons quite yet, we have breakfast with Alfredo and his buddies: Dr. Arturo and his mother Anna, Fernando who owns a high end cigar shop in the Goldon Zone, and Ramon who’s an engineer. We all comment on the poor naked beggar woman and how...
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In Mazatlan there are no front yards. It’s all wrought iron gates, flowers, tiles or concrete slabs. In Pepe’s casa, there is a large concrete slab, but he has plans. The bricks were dumped, 1000 more or less, the sand arrives, the water is poured. This was so timely after my tour of the...
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