Day of Rest

Just in from a shorter-than-usual walk that took me along the malecon, through Plazuela Machado and my old neighbourhood around Constitución. My pal at the beer shop on the corner was there but I’m not feeling great today so didn’t stop to say Hola. I’ve picked up a minor (so far) cold so it’s a laid back kind of day.

On the other hand, the previous four days have been a bit of a whirlwind. Stocking up with food and other kitchen essentials was much easier than anticipated thanks to the generosity of my neighbour Linda. She has a car and invited me along on trips to Soriana (think Superstore) and Walmart. She also took me to the bus station to secure my ticket to Guadalajara and has answered countless questions with great patience. She and partner James are from Quebec City and have been coming here for years. In her spare time, she tiles. And tiles. And tiles. 

I’ve also managed a fabulous long walk on the beach at low tide, a yummy meal at a (new to me) restaurant and a sublime couple of hours with my toes in the sand at Olas Altas beach with friends I met last year. Hoping to see a few more familiar faces when I return to pickle ball this coming week.

Mazatlán itself is the same, and by that I mean in a constant state of flux and growth. Prices are higher this year, and the exchange rate not as favourable for Canadians. Regardless, it’s nowhere near as expensive as home; fresh seafood, in-season fruits and vegetables are still affordable here.

The city is in the process of setting up the Carnaval figures along the malecon, and the rumour is they will be illuminated this year (in case they weren’t already perfect). The thought of thousands filling Centro and the malecon still elicits some dread in me. Even without Covid, those massive crowds would be a challenge, so I totally understand why some just leave for five days. Remains to be seen how much of the celebration I will take in, but I do enjoy watching the preparations for the party!