A great communion with good old King Neptune today.
Went to sleep at 4am to the sound of crashing waves, dreamt of surfing, woke up and had a fantastic Mexican Mocha and then rented a jet ski and hit the Sea of Cortez for about an hour. Fantastic waves, salty sprays and golden sun. Headed to the southern tip of Deer Island (just off the coast of Mztln) and killed the engine. Just sitting there, the only sound that of lapping waves and salty wind, I kicked back on the jet ski and had my moment of zen. I stared out across the Pacific trying to spot Hawaii.
After I headed back to shore I then had a good hour of body surfing right in front of the hotel. King Neptune was offering up some fine surf -- in all, one of the most fantastic days here.
When I finally came ashore I met up with the Boyz poolside but initially had trouble communicating with them as I could only speak in Dolphin clicks. A cold glass of pineapple juice brought back my hominid linguistic skills, and then I was right as rain.
Off for some siesta then out to dinner -- second to last evening.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Beachfront Uni
Wednesday
Four of us went snorkeling today while the rest of the crew took to the links for another grueling round of golf under the Mexican Sun.
Visibility was not very good, but at the second snorkeling spot I cam across a vast spread of Sea Urchin embedded in the rocks. I dove down, pulled out my knife and pried off an urchin. I swam to shore with it and cracked it open and then feasted on the freshest uni I´ve ever had. Nothing like standing on the beach, covered in salt water, sipping a Pacifico and sucking down some uni. That´s my definition of ¨vacation."
Last night we all went out to dinner to the old part of Mazatlan: Plazuela Machado. A very quaint district with lots of old architecture and open-air restaurants. Overall the food has been fantastic, although I was out of commission yesterday from a sensitive tummy, but now I´m raring to go and catch up on all that great seafood I missed yesterday. And of course, we have to go to Señor Frogs: a Mazatlan staple. Tonight (Wed) is for whatever reason "Mardi Gras" at SF´s. I knew the measurements and currency were different, but I guess Mexico is on metric time as well.
Four of us went snorkeling today while the rest of the crew took to the links for another grueling round of golf under the Mexican Sun.
Visibility was not very good, but at the second snorkeling spot I cam across a vast spread of Sea Urchin embedded in the rocks. I dove down, pulled out my knife and pried off an urchin. I swam to shore with it and cracked it open and then feasted on the freshest uni I´ve ever had. Nothing like standing on the beach, covered in salt water, sipping a Pacifico and sucking down some uni. That´s my definition of ¨vacation."
Last night we all went out to dinner to the old part of Mazatlan: Plazuela Machado. A very quaint district with lots of old architecture and open-air restaurants. Overall the food has been fantastic, although I was out of commission yesterday from a sensitive tummy, but now I´m raring to go and catch up on all that great seafood I missed yesterday. And of course, we have to go to Señor Frogs: a Mazatlan staple. Tonight (Wed) is for whatever reason "Mardi Gras" at SF´s. I knew the measurements and currency were different, but I guess Mexico is on metric time as well.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Lobster Boy
Third Day in Mazatlan and I am a Lobster Boy.
The morning after our first night here (which went until the wee hours of the morning) the boyz, working on 3 hours of sleep, burst into our room and began making Bloody Marys at 7am. I rolled over and they headed out for a day of golfing while I slept. Later on I spent the day swimming in the mighty Pacific and my feet are now a deep, bbq red from toasting in the sun.
Had some great meals the last two nights and the nightlife has been fun, even though the boyz insist on going to the ballet every night. Once is OK, but after two nights in a row of bad Mexican ballet I'm pulling rank as the Bachelor and insisting on some live music or something.
Just ten minutes ago the second shift of Brothers arrived from Seattle: there were seven of us for the first days and now we've got three more in the mix and they are ready to GO. I'm gonna head back out into King Neptune's pool and catch some waves before sunset and the festivities begin.
When people ask what we're doing here I say -- in very bad Spanish: "Oh, we're here on a year-long intensive Spanish language study and this is our last week here." If they reply, they say something like, "You guys don't study much, do you?"
More later,
Kevinato
The morning after our first night here (which went until the wee hours of the morning) the boyz, working on 3 hours of sleep, burst into our room and began making Bloody Marys at 7am. I rolled over and they headed out for a day of golfing while I slept. Later on I spent the day swimming in the mighty Pacific and my feet are now a deep, bbq red from toasting in the sun.
Had some great meals the last two nights and the nightlife has been fun, even though the boyz insist on going to the ballet every night. Once is OK, but after two nights in a row of bad Mexican ballet I'm pulling rank as the Bachelor and insisting on some live music or something.
Just ten minutes ago the second shift of Brothers arrived from Seattle: there were seven of us for the first days and now we've got three more in the mix and they are ready to GO. I'm gonna head back out into King Neptune's pool and catch some waves before sunset and the festivities begin.
When people ask what we're doing here I say -- in very bad Spanish: "Oh, we're here on a year-long intensive Spanish language study and this is our last week here." If they reply, they say something like, "You guys don't study much, do you?"
More later,
Kevinato
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Counting Down to the Mayhem
The second I asked my best, and longest friend (we met in preschool!) to be the Best Man at my upcoming wedding, he congratulated me but then immediately proceeded to ask me what I'd like to do for my Bachelor Party.
"Oh, nothing too elaborate. Perhaps a train trip from Seattle to Vancouver BC and then a gentlemen's night on the town." He would have none of that. "No, in your case -- the last of the Retched Brothers to settle down -- we need to do something BIG." I shrugged.
Six months later I'm counting down the days to an 8-day trip to Mazatlan, Mexico with -- can you believe it? -- over a dozen of my fabulous West Coast friends. Those who even moved away to Idaho, Colorado, and Arizona will be coming down.
A lucky thirteen of us friends since grade, middle, and high school will be spending a solid week along the west coast of Mexico. Yes, I'm a little scared, but most of all I'm so delighted that all of these good buds would be willing to take the time off from work, wives, and children to come celebrate the last moments of my bachelorhood in a tropical paradise.
More once I've arrived and the whole thing gets officially underway.
"Oh, nothing too elaborate. Perhaps a train trip from Seattle to Vancouver BC and then a gentlemen's night on the town." He would have none of that. "No, in your case -- the last of the Retched Brothers to settle down -- we need to do something BIG." I shrugged.
Six months later I'm counting down the days to an 8-day trip to Mazatlan, Mexico with -- can you believe it? -- over a dozen of my fabulous West Coast friends. Those who even moved away to Idaho, Colorado, and Arizona will be coming down.
A lucky thirteen of us friends since grade, middle, and high school will be spending a solid week along the west coast of Mexico. Yes, I'm a little scared, but most of all I'm so delighted that all of these good buds would be willing to take the time off from work, wives, and children to come celebrate the last moments of my bachelorhood in a tropical paradise.
More once I've arrived and the whole thing gets officially underway.
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