Some of us will be travelling today to from Chacala Rincon los Guayabitos to watch the Seahawks-Packers playoff game. Go Hawks! ¡Vayan los Halcones!
Showing posts with label Mexico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mexico. Show all posts
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Road trip to Rincon los Guayabitos for the Seahawks-Packers playoff game
By Jack Brummet, Travel Ed.
Some of us will be travelling today to from Chacala Rincon los Guayabitos to watch the Seahawks-Packers playoff game. Go Hawks! ¡Vayan los Halcones!
Some of us will be travelling today to from Chacala Rincon los Guayabitos to watch the Seahawks-Packers playoff game. Go Hawks! ¡Vayan los Halcones!
Saturday, January 17, 2015
More photos from Chacala, Nayarit
By Jack Brummet, Mexico Travel Ed.
Photos from our beach house and the neighborhood round it Chacala is a beach village of around 300 full time residents.
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Friday, January 09, 2015
Countries I've visited via MapLoco
By Jack Brummet, Travel Ed.
China, Mexico, Canada, Greece, Italy, Spain, Morocco, England, India, Colombia, Russia, Turkey
Create Your Own Visited Countries Map
China, Mexico, Canada, Greece, Italy, Spain, Morocco, England, India, Colombia, Russia, Turkey
Create Your Own Visited Countries Map
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
Jalisco congressional hopeful Natalia Juárez's topless ad
By Pablo Fanque, Mexico Editor
Mexican politician Natalia Juárez recently posed topless for an advertisement for her congressional campaign. That's her, dead center. Juarez is running on the ticket of the leftist Democratic Revolution Party.
Mexican politician Natalia Juárez recently posed topless for an advertisement for her congressional campaign. That's her, dead center. Juarez is running on the ticket of the leftist Democratic Revolution Party.
“Dare to join a new, unprejudiced nation-building project!” Her state, Jalisco (which includes Puerto Vallarta and Guadalejara) is run by the right-wing National Action Party. Juarez said she isn’t afraid of a stern reaction against her campaign (and its poster). “It’s a risk we have to take,” she said.
Juarez is running for a seat in Jalisco’s 8th District against two of the state’s best known politicians: National Action’s Jorge Salinas Osornio and Leobardo Alcala Padilla of the Institutional Revolutionary Part (PRI)
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Sunday, April 08, 2012
Easter Dinner in Bucerias at the Trini and Ishmael Lopez home
By Jack Brummet, Mexico Travel Editor
We went to Easter dinner at our friends Trini and Ishamel Lopez's house today. The live across the arroyo on the hill above Bucerias. We brought along our entire crew--Keelin, Dave Hokit, Maureen Roberts, Eric and Megan Sanchez, and their two kids, Otis and Olivia. The Sanchez's departed for the airport and San Francisco after dinner.
On Thursday, the Lopez extended family (eight of them) comes to our house for dinner (I'm cooking). And on Friday The Ericksen-Curran family arrives (and we depart for Seattle on Sunday).
We went to Easter dinner at our friends Trini and Ishamel Lopez's house today. The live across the arroyo on the hill above Bucerias. We brought along our entire crew--Keelin, Dave Hokit, Maureen Roberts, Eric and Megan Sanchez, and their two kids, Otis and Olivia. The Sanchez's departed for the airport and San Francisco after dinner.
On Thursday, the Lopez extended family (eight of them) comes to our house for dinner (I'm cooking). And on Friday The Ericksen-Curran family arrives (and we depart for Seattle on Sunday).
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Vegetables in Bucerias
By Jack Brummet, Mexican Cuisine Editor
This is a pile of vegetables that were the snack and salad/verdure part of the dinner I cooked last night for the Sanches, Curran-Brummet, and Hokit-Roberts families. There was also a big pot of four chili carne, another pot of beans, and a mess of sauteed mushrooms. The availability of vegetables has much improved since our first trips here in the late 90's, and it's wonderful.
We discovered--via Eric Sanchez--a great new snack: sliced cucumbers sprinkled with lime juice, salt, and a mild chili. Amazing.
This is a pile of vegetables that were the snack and salad/verdure part of the dinner I cooked last night for the Sanches, Curran-Brummet, and Hokit-Roberts families. There was also a big pot of four chili carne, another pot of beans, and a mess of sauteed mushrooms. The availability of vegetables has much improved since our first trips here in the late 90's, and it's wonderful.
We discovered--via Eric Sanchez--a great new snack: sliced cucumbers sprinkled with lime juice, salt, and a mild chili. Amazing.
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Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Bucerias Travel Pals
By Jack Brummet, Mexico Travel Editor
On the first week of our trip to Bucerias, Nayarit, KeeKee and I have been joined by the Sanchez family--Megan and Eric, my sister-in law and brother-in law, and their two children, Otis Valentino and Olivia Jane (four and two). On Saturday, our travel pals since the mid-80's, Maureen Roberts and Dave (known in Bucerias as Senor Daveed) Hokit, arrive. This will be the fourth time we've been together in Bucerias. And then, the Friday after that, Dean Ericksen, Mary Curran, their children, Declan, Augie, and Althea arrive along with some friends of theirs from Athens, GA, arrive. On Friday, we surrender our casa to them and move across the street for two days. On Sunday, April 15th, after two weeks here, we head back to Seattle.
On the first week of our trip to Bucerias, Nayarit, KeeKee and I have been joined by the Sanchez family--Megan and Eric, my sister-in law and brother-in law, and their two children, Otis Valentino and Olivia Jane (four and two). On Saturday, our travel pals since the mid-80's, Maureen Roberts and Dave (known in Bucerias as Senor Daveed) Hokit, arrive. This will be the fourth time we've been together in Bucerias. And then, the Friday after that, Dean Ericksen, Mary Curran, their children, Declan, Augie, and Althea arrive along with some friends of theirs from Athens, GA, arrive. On Friday, we surrender our casa to them and move across the street for two days. On Sunday, April 15th, after two weeks here, we head back to Seattle.
Eric
Otis Valentino
Olivia Jane
Megan Curran Sanchez (it's barely possible to get a pic w/o a youth entangled in some fashion).
My number one travel partner, Keelin (with Trini Lopez, one of our local friends)
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
Dr. Juma can fix anything!
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This photo is a sign from a "clinic" in Bucerias, Nayarit, a Mexican town I have stayed in many times. I haven't been to see the Doctor, yet, but it is very tempting. The Doctor can pretty much tune-up everything in your life, without the need for specialists.
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Monday, February 23, 2009
A Street Sign In San Pancho
This photo shows a street sign in San Pancho a/k/a San Francisco, Nayarit in Mexico. San Pancho is maybe ten miles from Bucerias, where we've stayed many times. . .I could live there.
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Friday, February 01, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
A visit to San Pancho, Nayarit
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Not parking or traspassing! (Limpio=clean)
Greetings from San Pancho!
The travellers inspect murals depicting the history of San Francisco/San Pancho
San Pancho is a very small town, with a stunningly clean and tiny town center (a/k/a El Centro). There are several art galleries, mercados, the usual restaurants, wonderfully architected plazas, and good vibrations all around. There were few people and almost no tourists around. The town is full of interesting plantings, buildings, and sculpture. La playa is gorgeous and virtually empty. There is a ferocious surf. Today the lifeguard stand (a first for me--there are usually no lifeguards anywhere) flew a red flag, meaning "stay very close to shore." The lifeguards didn't even wear bathing suits...just jeans and t-shirts. They eschewed the tower and sat on their All-terrain vehicles. Unlike Bucerias, located on the Bay of Banderas (as is Puerto Vallarta), San Pancho is directly on the Pacific. The beaches, whole gorgeous, are not nearly so swimmer-friendly as the beaches a few miles south, where you curve into the bay.
a section of the San Pancho beach
Up the coast, in between patches of beach and jungle, are some smaller towns and villages. Some have been developed with "resorts" and "gated communities." Most, however, are smaller and more sleepy than Bucerias. Today we traveled by bus to San Pancho (its real name is San Francisco, although I've never heard it actually called that..it seems mainly to have that nomenclature solamente on maps). I've only been as far up as Sayulita (a town known for its surfing) before now.
Senor Daveed sneaks into the resort pool (note the film crew
in the background).
We walked along the nearly deserted beach about a mile to a resort butted up against a small mountain. There was a beachwear commercial being shot and we amused ourselves watching the cute men and women run through numerous takes. It looked like a major motion picture film crew.
Jack tries on a tourist hat
A few hours later, we strolled back up the beach, walked to the highway and caught the bus for the harrowing ride back to Bucerias, passing three cars and semis at a time, and generally staying away from the sheer cliff falling away to our right.
Mexican gentlemen playing dominoes in El Centro. You have to click on this photograph to enlarge, and see these faces that capture the heart and soul of this wonderful country.
Map of the Nayarit coastline
We went shopping at the fruit store and Mini Super, and came home to Casa Andrea. We drank Ron con tonic y limon and caught up on the news (where it looks like Bill Clinton has single-handedly removed the wheels from Hillary's campaign) as I stewed pork shoulder with oregano, comino, garlic, onions, salt, pepper, poblano, and sweet red chilis. Later I tossed in a pound of hominy and some fresh jugo de naranja, and we finished the day with posole, served with cabbage, radishes, limon (limes), radishes, more oregano and onions. Posole is more or less the Mexican version of Pho Bac.
Senor Daveed and Mo strike a winsome pose, in hopes
of being drafted for the swinsuit commercial
We sat at our table by the pool (where we've eaten dinner every night), and drank Pacificos and red wine, and finished off the camarone y chorizo y pollo paella I made last night. And then we settled in to watch The Godfather (or as we we extreme fans call it, One). Fifty minutes in, Keelin, Senor Daveed, and Mo all fell out. I shut it off (after all, I have seen it maybe 30 times) and wrote this. We'll resume it tomorrow night just after the assassination attempt on Don Corleone, as Michael makes his bones and escapes to Italy after murdering Virgil Solozzo and Captain McLuskey.
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Not parking or traspassing! (Limpio=clean)
Greetings from San Pancho!
The travellers inspect murals depicting the history of San Francisco/San Pancho
San Pancho is a very small town, with a stunningly clean and tiny town center (a/k/a El Centro). There are several art galleries, mercados, the usual restaurants, wonderfully architected plazas, and good vibrations all around. There were few people and almost no tourists around. The town is full of interesting plantings, buildings, and sculpture. La playa is gorgeous and virtually empty. There is a ferocious surf. Today the lifeguard stand (a first for me--there are usually no lifeguards anywhere) flew a red flag, meaning "stay very close to shore." The lifeguards didn't even wear bathing suits...just jeans and t-shirts. They eschewed the tower and sat on their All-terrain vehicles. Unlike Bucerias, located on the Bay of Banderas (as is Puerto Vallarta), San Pancho is directly on the Pacific. The beaches, whole gorgeous, are not nearly so swimmer-friendly as the beaches a few miles south, where you curve into the bay.
a section of the San Pancho beach
Up the coast, in between patches of beach and jungle, are some smaller towns and villages. Some have been developed with "resorts" and "gated communities." Most, however, are smaller and more sleepy than Bucerias. Today we traveled by bus to San Pancho (its real name is San Francisco, although I've never heard it actually called that..it seems mainly to have that nomenclature solamente on maps). I've only been as far up as Sayulita (a town known for its surfing) before now.
Senor Daveed sneaks into the resort pool (note the film crew
in the background).
We walked along the nearly deserted beach about a mile to a resort butted up against a small mountain. There was a beachwear commercial being shot and we amused ourselves watching the cute men and women run through numerous takes. It looked like a major motion picture film crew.
Jack tries on a tourist hat
A few hours later, we strolled back up the beach, walked to the highway and caught the bus for the harrowing ride back to Bucerias, passing three cars and semis at a time, and generally staying away from the sheer cliff falling away to our right.
Mexican gentlemen playing dominoes in El Centro. You have to click on this photograph to enlarge, and see these faces that capture the heart and soul of this wonderful country.
Map of the Nayarit coastline
We went shopping at the fruit store and Mini Super, and came home to Casa Andrea. We drank Ron con tonic y limon and caught up on the news (where it looks like Bill Clinton has single-handedly removed the wheels from Hillary's campaign) as I stewed pork shoulder with oregano, comino, garlic, onions, salt, pepper, poblano, and sweet red chilis. Later I tossed in a pound of hominy and some fresh jugo de naranja, and we finished the day with posole, served with cabbage, radishes, limon (limes), radishes, more oregano and onions. Posole is more or less the Mexican version of Pho Bac.
Senor Daveed and Mo strike a winsome pose, in hopes
of being drafted for the swinsuit commercial
We sat at our table by the pool (where we've eaten dinner every night), and drank Pacificos and red wine, and finished off the camarone y chorizo y pollo paella I made last night. And then we settled in to watch The Godfather (or as we we extreme fans call it, One). Fifty minutes in, Keelin, Senor Daveed, and Mo all fell out. I shut it off (after all, I have seen it maybe 30 times) and wrote this. We'll resume it tomorrow night just after the assassination attempt on Don Corleone, as Michael makes his bones and escapes to Italy after murdering Virgil Solozzo and Captain McLuskey.
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Thursday, January 24, 2008
Back in Bucerias
La Cocina de Jorges --click to enlarge. Jorges runs our favorite breakfast place, an open air restaurant with great eggs, fresh orange juice, tacos, etc. When we first came to Bucerias, it was Cocina de Linda. But Jorge took over in about 1999. He now talks to us in English even though we prefer Spanish. A great local spot where you rarely ever see gringos.
Click to enlarge - A taco stand at the fiesta, this one specializing in tacos made from the heads of cows (or Beeves as Shakespeare
would have said): lengua=tongue (I have had some excellent tongue tacos); labio=lips; carnaza=tidbits (which I assume means
the tasty bits of the headthat are sometimes used to make things like headcheese and scrapple; sesos=brains.
I flew into Bucerias from L.A. (and got bumped to first class) this morning, to meet Keelin and our friends Dave and Maureen. We are staying in a different house than our previous three visits, and as often happens, there is a fiesta in town. As also often happens it is a fiesta dedicated to the Virgin Mary in one of her forms (this one I think being our Lady of La Paz).
The town is full of Mexican tourists and people from nearby villages and towns. There are dozens of food booths, the usual, rickety travelling amusement rides, souvenir booths, hot dog stands, and many taco stands, agua freesca booths, and fruit stands. Different than previous fiestas we have witnessed are about ten drink stands purveying tequila and rum (ron) drinks. Obviously not all are dedicated to Mechicanos...check out some of the names of drinks apparently aimed at the honky/gringo/gabacho audience. Since I'm fried, I'll just add a few pictures and tell you more tomorrow.
The town is full of Mexican tourists and people from nearby villages and towns. There are dozens of food booths, the usual, rickety travelling amusement rides, souvenir booths, hot dog stands, and many taco stands, agua freesca booths, and fruit stands. Different than previous fiestas we have witnessed are about ten drink stands purveying tequila and rum (ron) drinks. Obviously not all are dedicated to Mechicanos...check out some of the names of drinks apparently aimed at the honky/gringo/gabacho audience. Since I'm fried, I'll just add a few pictures and tell you more tomorrow.
The heartbreakingly simple Catholic Church in Bucerias (it's always open). You might not scoff at religion if you walked in on Sunday and saw the place filled with true believers. Click to enlarge.
Click to enlarge - You'd think we were in Puerto Vallarta with the retarded drink names like Adios Motherfu**er and Orgasmo, and Sex On La Playa. This is our fourth trip here, but the first time we've seen the locals get into serious drinking. But in moderation, of course. . .I have never seen anyone drunk here, except American tourists. But you have to admit Adios MF is a pretty good name for a drink. I was tempted!
Click to enlarge - The town square or Zocolo. They also have a bandstand in the middle of the square, and during the festival, there are many (we saw at least ten or fifteen) traditional Mexican brass bands--with trumpets, trombones, tubas, and I even saw a French Horn, along with a couple of drummers. In the town square there were at least three playing simultaneously at all times.
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Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Vaginas 'R Us::::life on the road in between airplanes::::::::heading for the beach in Mexico
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It's ten-thirty. I guess this is the start of my travelogue of Mexico.
Just up the street is a king-sized readerboard advertising Vaginas Are Us. Live Sex! It is apparently not a very popular sign with the local merchants. a controversial sign: click here to find out more. On the other hand, hey! merchants!, I still patronized your Circle K and Denny's, despite being traumatized by the sign. That's quite a motto anyhow.. . .
Vaginas are us. They're like God's second greatest invention, right behind the sun.
Tomorrow I join Keelin, Dave Hokit and Maureen Roberts in the little beach town where we've vacationed together twice before (we went sans Hokits in 2003). It's a sleepy town, and you mostly just walk, go to the beach, swim, and cook. One of my favorite part of our trips there is doing the cooking and shopping from all the Little markets (I have to be writing about this because I just had a salad from Denny's). There are fantastic briny red snapper and shrimp, unbelievable mangos and pineapple, shockingly fresh eggs and still warm corn tortillas, bunches of gleaming onions and radishes, tomatoes better than Maranzanos, bundles of mint and cilantro, massive piles of sweet Mexican limes, the chicken you meet in the morning, and pick up at noon, plucked, dressed and ready for the fire, the marinated slices of flavorful beef that you toss on a wood fire for a few minutes....this is food porn, isn't it? Like I sad, blame Denny's, sleep deprivation and aviophobia.
I just arrived in Los Angeles, to a sprawling, not quite ramshackle Travelodge anchored around a Denny's . Last night, I went to bed at 3:00 and the alarm went off 4:45. I was on the plane by 6:20, and tomorrow, it's one more plane at 8 and I'll be in Puerto Vallarta by noon, and catch a bus or cab to Bucerias). I am feeling hale for sleeping not even two hours (but I did catch at least a half hour booster nap on the plane to OC). More tomorrow, from Mexico.
The house we're staying in the next week:
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