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Burros–Nearby Mexican Surf Spot With A Sprinkling Of Bikinis

25 March 2015

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Burros–Nearby Mexican Surf Spot With A Sprinkling Of Bikinis

We went to Burros the other day, a little surf spot not too far from La Cruz, and had a blast. It was my first time there. I can’t wait to go back. With a better camera. I reached down to pick up a big piece of shed bark and right before my fingers made […]

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Girl Mechanic + Fancy Nail Polish = Fail

18 March 2015

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Girl Mechanic + Fancy Nail Polish = Fail

Sometimes, nerve damage is like a superpower. Most of my left side has pretty minimal sensation, which is all kinds of awesome when you’re fighting off super villain assassination squads or, you know, if you happen to be in mild mannered alter ego mode, elbow deep in a diesel engine, trying to reach that one […]

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The Cult of VW Is Alive and Well South of The Border

15 October 2014

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The Cult of VW Is Alive and Well South of The Border

Mexico’s love affair with the VW Bug has been going on since the 50’s and the fact that Volkswagen stopped making them (dear God, why??) has only made them more popular than ever. We got to wander through the 3rd Annual Riviera Nayarit VW Festival, snapping pictures, gawking like tourists, and having a generally all […]

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Sayulita Saturdays

12 September 2014

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Sayulita Saturdays

It’s been something like 6 years since we last visited Sayulita and in the interim, it looks like the money fairy dumped a load or two on what used to be a sleepy little surf town. You can still see the bones of what used to be, but there’s no denying that a lot of […]

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Pickpocketed from Afar

4 June 2014

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Pickpocketed from Afar

Late Friday afternoon of Memorial Day weekend and Mexico is melting into summer. The air is heavy with moisture and mountains of puffy white cumulus clouds dot the previously unbroken blue in the sky above. In the afternoons, clouds pile up in huge grey drifts, threatening rain and rumbling to themselves, but so far all […]

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Angel Smiles

17 May 2014

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Angel Smiles

“Hello, I remember you from last year.” It was the last night of the insane 9-day, round-the-clock fiesta that marks the celebration of La Cruz’s founding. I turned away from the stage, where adorable 5 year old girls were re-enacting hula dances from Lilo & Stitch, to see who, in this great crush of people, […]

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The Decks Are Awash In Saltwater Tears

9 May 2014

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The Decks Are Awash In Saltwater Tears

  It was a day of unusual perfection. That delicate balance of tropical heat and cool breeze, our boat laying quietly at anchor in Punta Mita and uncrowded surf just a paddle away. We were approaching the golden hour, when the sun sinks low and drenches the world in impossibly rich and vibrant color. “I […]

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Rebel Heart–A Reality Check

7 April 2014

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Rebel Heart–A Reality Check

We love Charlotte, Eric, Cora, and Lyra. They are our friends and our lives are better for having them in it. After Lyra was born, we went with them to the Registro Civil, and acted as the necessary two witnesses who attest to the fact that a) this woman has been pregnant and b) she gave […]

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Gotta Watch Those Lulls In Conversation

23 March 2014

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Gotta Watch Those Lulls In Conversation

I have a talent, it seems, for filling up the little spaces in conversation with all the words you never say in polite company. When Eli was a 3rd grader, his school district went all “scorched-earth” on the subject of unhealthy foods. We found out about it on Back-to-School night—you know, the night you rush […]

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¿Dónde Están Sus Zapatos?

19 March 2014

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¿Dónde Están Sus Zapatos?

In high school, my Spanish teacher teased me incessantly about my shoes—more specifically, the lack thereof. Every time I saw him, he’d pause with a grin on his face, shake his head a little in admonition and say, “¿Senorita Quan, dónde están sus zapatos?” It’s not that I didn’t have any shoes, it’s just that […]

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