Tenacatita, Mexico

Well, now that the cat is out of the bag, so to speak, and there has been enough time since the actual event, I’m ready to put it on paper and let the story unfold. We could have drowned today. You read about accidents all the time but they happen to people you don’t know…

Leaving Puerto Vallarta

Leaving Puerto Vallarta was a mixed bag of feelings. We really regret stepping away from the comforts of Blake’s Sports Bar and the friendship of Susan and Mike Blake. These two Canadians took us in and shared stories of life in Canada as well as PV, explained hockey and even got into the virtues of…

It’s 10 O’clock, do you know where your grandparents are?

Truth is the grandkids are just fine and aren’t worried about their grandparents as they are 3, 3, .2, and .2 years old, but if they ever get curious it will be nice for them to know their grands were out fishing, big time.  Naturally we have the pictures to prove it.  Hopefully it will…

Fishing Eve – A Little Trip Down Memory Lane.

We were walking down the dock the other afternoon and a panga had tied up to the dock. The folks on the panga were busy cleaning fish, lots of fish.  We’re talking Tuna and Dorado — the pinnacle of fish for fine dining, beautiful creatures being filleted with expert hands. Those hands were attached to…

All things Cuban

Statistically speaking, it’s the autumn of my life, over 60 and doing things I never believed would happen.  Nothing wrong with that. I find myself really happy to be away from the US as I don’t want to hear about the Tea Party, the Democrats, Republicans or other political tempests. I do believe, however that…

Something’s in the air

There really is something in the air, something you can’t feel, taste, or examine but you know something is there, something that hasn’t been there for the last few months.  It is intangible, people are acting differently, even clueless tourists are starting to take notice. The Marina guards are walking around, noticeably standing taller, with…

Croc at the Dock

There’s a croc at our dock and I dunno what to do He watches us come and go just staring at you no expression on his face just a big wide grin and an occasional swish of his long bony fin He’s not there every day might even be a girl So I’m walking on…

Sittin By the Crock of the Bay / An Irreverent Blog

The title is attributed to Larry Myers, Myers Engineering, a solid and dear friend, aficionado of fine cigars, and purveyor of amusing stories. However, Darrell is writing “Crock at the Dock” which is about the cocodrillo. He’s just slower about writing than I am. I was sitting by the dock of the bay, watching the…

Tequila

Road Trip… a family tradition, pile your people into a car or van and go someplace, it’s nice to get to the destination, but the stuff that you experience in between point A and point B  is  what becomes our story. Leaving Puerto Vallarta to the north we sorta missed the first turn so we…

The Ultimate Fried Shrimp Sandwich

We were on the square in Ajijic (ah hee heec) and feeling a little hungry. Ajijic is just down the road from the town of Chapala and on the shores of Lake Chapala. The lake, by the way is really nice and at 5,200 feet elevation it lacked humidity and high heat…just the things we’ve…