One is never too old to don drawstring pants and grow dreadlocks. We’re having to hold Talia back from growing her own. Among the nesting sea tortoises, the tattoo variety is astounding and some, troublingly ugly. Mazunte, Mexico. A fabulous place to take refuge from the swine flu. A place where no one gives a hoot about the swine flu and if they did, they’d chalk it up to a government conspiracy to get funds for upcoming elections. In that respect, Mazunte is hardly alone. Most people we talk to have a similar cynical view of the swine flu.
Argentine jewelry craftspeople are abundant. We met one couple – from whom we bought our second wedding rings, on the road for 8 years selling jewelry, now with baby. We’re doing our own beading sessions when the sun is too brutal for swimming. If you ever doubted that what the 60s got started wasn’t durable, come to Mazunte. It’s the summer of love for decades running. Which would be impossible without the cheap Mexican living, the tasty fish that the fishermen haul in and the internet cafes where hippees and bougies can stay plugged in.
With the water over 80 degrees, we’ve been spending hours (7 one day) in the ocean bobbing. The kids are ecstatic.
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