A walk around the Basílica de la Inmaculada Concepción. Or the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception. Or just the plain old Cathedral. Completed in 1899 it’s looking as good as the day they installed the last blood-stained statue. I sincerely mean that—it really is a beautiful place. The cathedral is just … Read More
Could It Be The…
Yesterday morning I took my new torque wrench and went back to the boat to wreak havoc. I torqued the head bolts, in sequence, to a smudge under 110, just like the manual said. Just about every bolt took a half turn. I then adjusted the valves and closed the … Read More
Twenty-seven and forty-seven months
Ouest is one month from being four years old. Which sucks because she was finally getting good at answering the “how old are you” question correctly. Now we have to start all over again. Meanwhile Lowe just had a monumental month. Yes, he no longer pees in diapers, he pees … Read More
On My Way South
I was up early yesterday with a million things to do still before 8 a.m. Top of the list was running up to the grocery store for some Dramamine. I can’t leave on a longish passage without Dramamine pills for the first day, one in the morning and one in … Read More
Boat Bound
On the road again. Headed back to the boat by bus for what I can only hope is the last time. Thirteen hour bus rides are great and all, but I really could do without them for a while. The bus trips are always broken up—I assume at the State … Read More
Morning Walk
What I really love about living in Old Town Mazatlan is that every outing can be visually stimulating. Today we walked over to Olas Altas beach for breakfast. About a thirty minute walk with the kids (equal to seven minutes for adults alone).












