Another Day Mazatlán México

Good morning~The moon has an aura that I have not seen before. It is encircled by a field of white edged with a light shade of pink, bordering on red. I'll have to surf the web for an explanation.

Yesterday friends from Minnesota gave us a small insiders tour of Zona Dorada and our own neighborhood that gave us a few tips which will enable us to enjoy Mazatlan even more than we now do. The process of getting groceries and hauling them back here is becoming increasingly unpleasant, however.

Today we're going to go to a non-denominational church called the Vineyard. I discovered years ago while travelling that attending a local church reveals a good deal about the culture. The English service is about one hour but the Spanish service is over two hours. Which one to attend is no contest! Next week I'd like to go to El Centro to attend mass at the Cathedral to see how it differs.

We drove around a neighborhood called El Cid, which is 80% Mexican. It's probably one of the most, if not THE most exclusive neighborhood. Wow! The homes are spectacular with interesting architecture, many with blindingly white exteriors. One home had a Hummer and "smart car" parked in the open garage. If I ever win the lottery, I'll return and have an architect named Osuna do my home. Looks like a very talented man.

Early morning musings are now commonplace since I am so relaxed. Is this what life is all about:?

Marching

At dawn I heard among bird calls

the billions of marching feet in the churn

and squeak of gravel, even tiny feet

still wet from the mother's amniotic fluid,

and very old halting feet, the feet

of the very light and very heavy, all marching

but not together, criss-crossing at every angle

with sincere attempts not to touch, not to bum

into each other, walking in the doors of houses

and out the back door forty years later, finally

knowing that time collapses on a single

plateau where they were all their lives,

knowing that time stops when the heart stops

as they walk off the earth into the night air.

"Marching," from Jim Harrison's "Saving Daylight" (2006)

A need for coffee, such as it is, calls. 'Til later.