La Casa Que Canta
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The drive to Zihuatanejo was broken by a very suspect "police" stop. Maybe they were police. They definitely had side-arms, and their Tshirts stating they were transport security definitely had silk-screened badges...so that's pretty legit. But their road block consisted of stripped tire tread and 2x4s laid out across the road. I got the full inspection by an "officer" trying to act very serious. I smiled and used my ...
... I have been so fortunate to experience in this amazing and colorful country of Mexico. This is no longer a travel blog, it somewhere, sometime turned into a blog from what has now become my second home - Zihuatanejo.
A million thanks to all of you who made my time in Mexico so very special, thanks for the fun and the laughter, the adventures, for the physical as well as the spiritual journeys.
I hope to return soon.
... only way that some of the gold and silver wealth provided by the country could be kept in the country. Other wise it was all shipped to Spain on the Royal Road.
The Valencia mine owner also constructed a church to their patron saint in the baroque style which was detailed with 3 huge and very intricate alters gilded with gold leaf in the main hall and a special chapel that contained ore from the mines that ...
... willing to try anything at this point. Wish me luck! Gotta go soon!
And soon - SOON - it will be time to go back to being a reclusive and to do what I love most - to paint! Or I might just go mad.
Until next time, I'll try to break some old habits and keep counting my blessings. The latter being the easiest, by far...
P.S. Check out James' website for some of his amazing art work:
... little town of Zihuatanejo looked so pretty from the sea, with its yellow lights gleaming in the dark, I could barely see the outlines of the mountains surrounding it, and we could hear the music and rhythms of Noel’s drums echoing out at sea.
And then…the engine died.
I’m not sure how long we spent out there in the dark, our captain trying to get the darned engine going again, but with no success. Thankfully it didn’t take ...