I’ve spent the last week yelling “Frida” more times then I can count. At this point, our neighbors must really be wondering who the hell Frida is, I mean if I hadn’t spoken to every single neighbor in a half-mile radius. Our Mexi-Cat has gone walkabout and it’s unbelievably sad for our family. Frida was …
Tonight I crossed the line and became that crazy American. All because I really, really like kitty cats. Or maybe I crossed the line to crazy cat lady? It could be both. One thing is for sure, and that is we can not go back to the Kitty Cat Mercado again anytime soon because I’m …
Last night I ran across a busy Mexican highway Bangalore India style, dodging cars, trucks, perhaps a donkey or two. Just like when we skirted rickshaws and disabled cows on the busy city streets of Kammanahalli, Bangalore two Christmas’s ago, I made my way across Highway 1D with one goal; Buy ice and snuggle some kittens. …
It’s February twenty-second and Baja California has welcomed me with open arms on this winters day. While most of this nation is in a deep frost I enjoyed an amazing beach view complete with the dolphins frolicking and seagulls serenading me while sipping on my coffee this morning. Las Gaviotas, our beach villa of choice …
Sometime I dream about Mexico; The foggy beach mornings, walking through the ice plant down to the cold ocean below the beach houses, and the fun times I had in Baja California with friends when I was in my early twenties. I don’t dream of the Mexico of 2013 with the drugs and the gangs …