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paast lives | Saints and Skeletons
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Tag Archives: paast lives. When Sam cleared customs at the Mexico City airport, lugging the promised suitcase along with his own bulging duffle, I had already fallen into the easy groove of Spanish classes, cooking, and lively cultural exchanges at. And settled comfortably at the Maldonaldo’s home with Parsley, my twelve-year-old German Shepherd. This is why I’d come to Mexico, I thought to decode my night-time dreams. I wanted to dig my ancient roots, uncover a recondite heritage within my blood....
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7. All I Wanted Was Some Dinner | Saints and Skeletons
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7 All I Wanted Was Some Dinner. Las Palmas Trailer Park hunkered in a coconut grove at the north end of the bay. The camping spaces, defined by the trees, had brick barbecues with metal grates. Although the park was sparsely populated, I felt safe enough because of the tall chain link fence separating me from the beach, but Sam complained that it was too empty. Where are all the surfers staying? He asked, squinting his eyes into a frown as if the surfers purposely hid. Then what do you want? Parsley fini...
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4. Ruta 175 | Saints and Skeletons
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I’m cold, I said. Let’s stop for some lunch and change into something warmer. Are you hungry? I could use some coffee. This road beats hell what have you gotten me into? The nameless restaurant wasn’t listed in any of my guidebooks, but appeared like a miraculous vision. We hunkered down in front of the restaurant’s fireplace to sip our steaming mugs of sweet café de olla and waited in silence for the dueña to serve her mole de guajillo. God, do you think this road is safe? I bristled but pinched my lips...
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Oaxaca | Saints and Skeletons
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9 Runny Eggs Seasoned with Snipe. Sam chose the most gringo-style restaurant on the walking mall for breakfast. His limited taste in food ranked high in my canon of reasons to break up but not as high as becoming a nark when his private investigation firm tanked. This was my big adventure. But devastated at the loss of my five suitcases and the lack of concern on the part of the Oaxaca police, and with only the jeans and t-shirt I was wearing at the time, I called Sam. Breakfast over and our provisioning...
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Tag Archives: cloud forest. I’m cold, I said. Let’s stop for some lunch and change into something warmer. Are you hungry? I could use some coffee. This road beats hell what have you gotten me into? The nameless restaurant wasn’t listed in any of my guidebooks, but appeared like a miraculous vision. We hunkered down in front of the restaurant’s fireplace to sip our steaming mugs of sweet café de olla and waited in silence for the dueña to serve her mole de guajillo. God, do you think this road is safe?
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mole | Saints and Skeletons
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I’m cold, I said. Let’s stop for some lunch and change into something warmer. Are you hungry? I could use some coffee. This road beats hell what have you gotten me into? The nameless restaurant wasn’t listed in any of my guidebooks, but appeared like a miraculous vision. We hunkered down in front of the restaurant’s fireplace to sip our steaming mugs of sweet café de olla and waited in silence for the dueña to serve her mole de guajillo. God, do you think this road is safe? I bristled but pinched my lips...
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hamburger | Saints and Skeletons
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7 All I Wanted Was Some Dinner. Las Palmas Trailer Park hunkered in a coconut grove at the north end of the bay. The camping spaces, defined by the trees, had brick barbecues with metal grates. Although the park was sparsely populated, I felt safe enough because of the tall chain link fence separating me from the beach, but Sam complained that it was too empty. Where are all the surfers staying? He asked, squinting his eyes into a frown as if the surfers purposely hid. Then what do you want? Parsley fini...
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5. Coin Toss | Saints and Skeletons
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I stabbed my index finger onto the dot of Pochutla on the map. We go north on the Pacific Coast Highway, I traced our route. Look. To Puerto Escondido; there’s a trailer park. Sam banged his beer bottle onto the scarred tabletop in the tiny restaurant tucked into the center of Pochutla where we’d stopped to rest. We’re going to Huatulco to Club Med. That must have been the tequila talking. God, I hate baseball. You want to see your new boyfriend from the Instituto. I shot the coin across the table. M...
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3. Déjà vu | Saints and Skeletons
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When Sam cleared customs at the Mexico City airport, lugging the promised suitcase along with his own bulging duffle, I had already fallen into the easy groove of Spanish classes, cooking, and lively cultural exchanges at. And settled comfortably at the Maldonaldo’s home with Parsley, my twelve-year-old German Shepherd. This is why I’d come to Mexico, I thought to decode my night-time dreams. I wanted to dig my ancient roots, uncover a recondite heritage within my blood. And I was going to write ...I’d d...
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6. Puerto Escondido | Saints and Skeletons
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Parsley strained against her leash, sniffing the smells with gusto. For an old girl she maintained her curiosity, and in Mexico, everything smelled interesting to a dog. Sam stopped in front of a bar and sniffed the air. Aren’t surfers a bunch of stoners? He asked, wrinkling his nose. Keep your DEA badge in your pocket. What are you getting at? It’s a Marin County sheriff’s badge. Sam’s look would have frozen hell. Let’s get going. Quit taking pictures. I’m tired and hungry. Put that damn camera away.
