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If you haven’t been to Mexico in a while then some of the seemingly ridiculous yet endearingly quotidian occurrences may at first seem unfamiliar: a king sized mattress resting precariously atop a cherry-red VW Beetle; a pretend yet pristine tea party for four young girls in the midst of a dusty and smoky street; a goat on a string on a roof; your yoga teacher showing up for class on a golf cart with a bottle of tequila in one hand, and a ukelele in the other; a curly haired and care free child whipping past you butt-naked on his little wooden bike; or two dogs going at it beside your sunset happy-hour location.


One of the more familiar events for us this Christmas was a reunion with two old friends. The moustachioed man and the rusty-haired lady rolled into the Sayulita campground as casually as they rolled out of Edmonton some seven months ago. Despite more freckles, curls, and stories, it didn’t take long before things began to feel a lot like old times.



Peggy and Bec busily prepared delicious camp stove concoctions that involved old ingredients, new spices and make-shift techniques, all the while maintaining classic kitchen banter and the comforting clink of ice in a wine glass. Mark and his fellow “Bigote” Jeff had a lot of catching up to do as they scoured the dusty shops for a decent, smoky drop and compared history notes in a laid back fashion. Bec spoke highly of the joys of retirement as Ken listened intently, wiggling the sand from between his toes and noticing that other, more seasoned, snowbirds had their poodle-esque friends alongside them.



And so old friends and new came together in a shady trailer park where it didn’t matter if you were young or old, passing through or staying forever, so long as you could keep up in a game of cards, not be intimidated by the incoming yet gentle swell, and have a cold drink in your hand as soon as the heat of the day grew tired and a tinge of purple and red began to spread over the bay. In the words of Ken, “It’s pretty hard to have a bad day in Mexico” and I feel that we accomplished just that.




The road is long for these two travellers, but we managed to help them put down a few miles, and they helped remind us that home has little to do with a place or a time in one’s life, as much as it does a feeling.


Buen viaje, y hasta luego amigos. Disfruta Mexico.


The Prodors


Feliz Navidad

On a rainy and foggy morning in Tepic we drove down winding mountain roads through dense jungle to get to the beachside town of Sayulita. We’ve been staying here at a sweet little RV park for the holiday season. The warm sunny days and lazy afternoons at the beach make it feel like Christmas back home in Australia.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

On Christmas Eve, the campground owners and the long term residents all pitched in to put on a bit of a celebration.  Christmas carols in English and Spanish, nativity scenes, kids in costumes, candles, Christmas lights and hot boozy punch. Luckily for us, the brown bus was parked right in the middle of the action. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The thing that makes it really feel like Christmas is having lots of friends around. We’re lucky enough to have the whole Prodor family here escaping the Canadian winter and we’re really happy to be able to spend a bit of time with them all again.

For Christmas dinner, Ken and Peggy took us all out to a restaurant nearby.  The night started fairly quietly, but after a few cups of festive spirits our table was trading chants and Canadian folk songs with another table.

Our friend Diego tells me he doesn’t drink tequila anymore, because things get out of hand. It’s not long though before he has another round of tequila brought to the table.

Fast forward a few hours and we’re all dancing in the street in front of a bar, shoes optional, as a surf-funk-reggae-jam band rips out hit after hit.  Another pub, another jam band, Armando joins them with his harmonica.  Gradually our numbers dwindle as one by one we make our way from the town square back to our beds.


To top it off, a huge storm hit us sometime in the night which blew down our canopy, smashing bottles and soaking everything outside the van.  We were woken by the noise and found ourselves trapped in the van by the canopy that was pushed up against the door.  We both went back to sleep and decided to deal with it in the morning.

Needless to say, Boxing Day was a bit rough.  But it was worth it.

Merry Christmas to everyone. And cheers to good times with good friends.