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reality check

Posted in Mexico on September 24, 2010 by Gabbi El Mas Negro

A great article from this week’s El Sayulero, putting things in perspective –

Problems are only as big and problematic as we allow them to become in our minds.

More things I am happy for today:

  • My sweet little doggy.
  • Flocks of calandrias in the trees outside.
  • Gorgeous new doors on our bedrooms!
  • Funny shit on TV last night.
  • Maxxi asking me to “hold like a baby?”, while I rock him back and forth and sing lullabies.
  • Exercising with my man.
  • Calle Libertad is bladed and driveable!
  • Sunny day.


Best. Weekend. EVER!

Posted in family, Gabbi, love, Maximo, Mexico on November 2, 2009 by Gabbi El Mas Negro


Wow.  Halloween was awesome.  Little Maxxi Lobo dressed as “Max, King of the Wild Things,” and Mama was one of his savage subjects.  Gabbi took off his costume and went as his true self, horns and all.  This is the first Halloween that I’ve done the full-on homemade costume thing, and I must say, I’m feeling pretty good about my crafty self.  Our dear friend Lisa Brewer, who was with us when Maximo came screaming into the big wide world, made Maxxi’s amazing, spot-on “wolf suit.”  Sew impressive – honestly, I am always amazed that people can actually make things on sewing machines with fabric.  And such a gift of her time and love to create this costume from scratch.  Lisa, you are the best Tia and we love you so much!!!  I made his little crown and scepter, and then managed to pull together my costume on Halloween day using Lisa’s magical glue gun, and Gabbi’s magical scale-drawing talents.IMG_9581

We kicked off the evening in Sayulita’s town plaza, which was filled with families.  I broughtIMG_9562 candy to hand out, and was immediately swarmed by kids chanting “Queremos Halloween” (“We Want Halloween!”), which is what they say here instead of “Trick or Treat.”  I also got a few “Feliz Halloween”s and a “Halloween o Truco” (truco = trick).  There were lots of great costumes on kids and adults.  Our favorite was an adorable mummy baby, Jonathan.  There were LOTS of IMG_9589ckids dressed as devils, along with vampires, zombies, fairies, and the rest of the usual suspects.  Maximo was such a champ and loved his costume.  He actually wore his crown and was waving his scepter around at everyone, loving the crowds.  I was roaring my terrible roar and gnashing my terrible teeth and stomping my terrible clawed feet, crying “Let the Wild Rumpus Start!”  We had so much fun and were a big hit.  After the plaza, we headed home to our street where our neighbors and great friends Tamra, Theo, and Talula were throwing a magical Harry Potter themed Halloween Party.  The wild rumpus continued with a fabulous friend-filled fiesta and delicious blood-red (pomegranate) margaritas.


This morning we got up early and walked down to Rollie’s for the first day of the best breakfast in town – arIMG_9659guably anywhere for that matter.  Rollie’s is a Sayulita institution, serving up some of the best pancakes you will ever eat along with a heap of love and all around feel-goodness, topped off with a damn good bloody mary (a critical counterbalance to those bloody margaritas from last night…).  Being at Rollie’s again (they close for the summer from May – November) felt like being home, and it also feels like the official kick-off to the high season, which is ramping up in full force, along with our workload.

2009-11-01 18-16-320030But today was a lovely work-free Sunday, and after filling our bellies with entirely too much food for any sane person to eat on a regular basis, we packed up the good ship albion and cruised over to La Lancha, a gorgeous stretch of undeveloped white sand beach in Punta de Mita, and also my man’s favorite surf break.  We were joined by our lovely friends Nick, Treva, Astrid, Steve and Laura.  Tamra sent us with a bunch of yummies left over from the party last night, and we had a perfect day.  The weather is just amazing right now – warm but not hot, no humidity, the ocean at the absolute perfect temperature.  The sun was glistening on a 2009-11-01 18-22-340149gorgeous low-tide sea with sweet little long-board waves peeling gently into shore.  This was our first time to the beach since Maxxi started walking and it was a whole new world.  He had the best time walking around the sand, wading into the surf, collecting rocks and shells, playing with Dulce and Astrid, and just generally being his awesome smiley sweet self.  We got to watch Gabbi surf for the first time, took some stellar photos, and saw the most gorgeous pink-lemonade sunset, followed by a full moon lighting up the drive home.


Honestly, a completely perfect weekend.  I am so filled with love for my family – for my super-hot surfer husband who showers me with2009-11-01 18-19-430097 so much love and is my best friend and favorite person to hang out with; and for my son – my sun – who though it seems impossible today, I know I will love even more tomorrow, because he keeps doing new and amazing things and his joy and wonder are utterly contagious.  He cracks me up and makes me want to dance and run and sing and be silly and, well, this is why people love being parents.  I am not even sure how to say it in a way that is particularly eloquent or that is not completely clichéd, but I feel this incredible surge of love and pride and joy and all around awesomeness when I think about and look at my boy.  Everything he does is incredible and magical and smart and funny and perfect, and I see the world anew through his big brown eyes.  I am so completely, totally, absolutely, madly in LOVE!!!!!  And that, is perfect.


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Scissors on a String

Posted in Mexico on September 29, 2009 by Gabbi El Mas Negro

Living in Mexico keeps you on your toes.  Stairs without rails, scorpions, dirty water, drivers passing on blind corners at blinding speeds.  To the faint of heart, it surely must seem like a risky operation.  But for those of us who have chosen to hang our hats here, it’s just life.  I like to think that these little challenges serve to heighten our awareness of our surroundings and how we move through the world.  Life in the States is so tied up in regulations, warning labels, safety codes, and litigation (or the fear thereof) that it’s easy to move through one’s world in a state of oblivious zombie bliss.

Still, every now and then, I see something on the streets of my little pueblo that gives me pause.  Like the woman driving the ATV one-handed while holding her very small baby in the other; or the guy piping churro batter into a giant open bowl of hot oil teetering on top of a rickety stand.  A few days ago, as we sat eating tacos from the stand on the corner (in and of itself a risky prospect at times), a young boy walked out of his home, stood on the street in front of us, and began swinging in the air, yes, you guessed it – a pair of scissors.  on a fucking string.  Toys for tots?  I think we could use a little help south of the border.