I am holding a sad smile or better described as a smile (attributed to your writing, of course. Thanks!) emerging from a sad face. I am homesick and not sure where home is for the moment. Refusing to leave my air conditioned home, I try to convince myself it is a choice. Is it? People meeting up tend to begin conversations about the weather. I never wanted to succumb to what I judged as trivial, banal, surface. And, I note my own compulsion to do so these days. I did not know September is hotter than the Northern Mexico Canícula: or dog days. They come in 40s. What an insult to dogs *, anyway. While I enjoy the waves of melancholia you enjoy the kinetic force of the Pacific waves and the ozone and the birria tacos (I have yet to try them)
* When Sirius would appear in the sky just before the sun, near the end of July, that marked the beginning of the very hottest days of the year. The Romans referred to this period as "dies caniculares" or "days of the dog star," which was eventually translated as just "dog days." Dogs vindicated?
We visited the Pacific coast of Nayarit in January one year. It was overcast and cool the entire week and very tranquilo, not too many people. We stayed in Guayabitos (hope I spelled that right, coffee is calling me and I'm not going to switch over to Goggle to check) and found some nice places to hang out, drink coffee (there's that word again) and eat some lovely food. Very nice experience.
I love your description of the ocean and its energy. I'm in agreement. Thanks Mike!
I love the ocean, and feeling it's power, and I also appreciate the rising early to get anything done before the afternoon sun/heat/humidity combination!
I am holding a sad smile or better described as a smile (attributed to your writing, of course. Thanks!) emerging from a sad face. I am homesick and not sure where home is for the moment. Refusing to leave my air conditioned home, I try to convince myself it is a choice. Is it? People meeting up tend to begin conversations about the weather. I never wanted to succumb to what I judged as trivial, banal, surface. And, I note my own compulsion to do so these days. I did not know September is hotter than the Northern Mexico Canícula: or dog days. They come in 40s. What an insult to dogs *, anyway. While I enjoy the waves of melancholia you enjoy the kinetic force of the Pacific waves and the ozone and the birria tacos (I have yet to try them)
* When Sirius would appear in the sky just before the sun, near the end of July, that marked the beginning of the very hottest days of the year. The Romans referred to this period as "dies caniculares" or "days of the dog star," which was eventually translated as just "dog days." Dogs vindicated?
We visited the Pacific coast of Nayarit in January one year. It was overcast and cool the entire week and very tranquilo, not too many people. We stayed in Guayabitos (hope I spelled that right, coffee is calling me and I'm not going to switch over to Goggle to check) and found some nice places to hang out, drink coffee (there's that word again) and eat some lovely food. Very nice experience.
I love your description of the ocean and its energy. I'm in agreement. Thanks Mike!
I love the ocean, and feeling it's power, and I also appreciate the rising early to get anything done before the afternoon sun/heat/humidity combination!
Former President Bill Clinton would say, "it is the humidity, stupid!".