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Open Air Studio

continued from previous post . . . I woke on that first day in Mexico to the smell of TORTILLAS!  Remember, I told you my casita was right next to the Tortilla factory. My senses were bombarded at 6am with a pungent mixture of frying oil and salt air. Boca de Tomatlan was slowly waking up after a long night …

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Casa de los Artistas – Crossing The River

continued from previous post . . . I freshened up a bit to go over to the Casa de los Artistas for the meet and greet.  I was so worried about getting to my casita that I never stopped to notice my surroundings. It wasn’t until I opened the front door to leave that I looked out of the casita to …

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Third World

Continued . . . Upon arriving in Boca de Tomatlan, our vans pulled up to a folding table on a dusty, dirty road at the bottom of a hill.  There stood a woman with a safari-type hat, water shoes and a clipboard.  It was such a random and almost comical sight as young boys appeared seemingly out of nowhere and …

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Hola Amiga, Quieres Cerveza?

Okay, so where was I with the story? Geez, I can’t believe it has been several months and I left everybody hanging!  It’s like binge-watching your favorite Netflix series and then having to wait FOR.EVER for the next season to come out!  I can’t believe I am actually comparing my meager blog to Netflix, but you know what I mean. …

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Packing, Prepping, Painting

[continued from previous post on May 10, 2017] I was panicky for a month after I signed up to go to Mexico on my {non refundable} trip but the holidays came quickly and I didn’t have time to over think it.  In fact, having something exciting to look forward to made the holidays a little less painful as I wished …

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First Stop . . . Viva Mexico!

“Oh my word, what have I done?” I cried to my daughter on the crackling phone connection as I stood alone in front of a Tortilla Factory on a dusty road in a tiny, remote fishing village in Mexico. Protectively clutching my purse and trying to roll my suitcase over the ruts and cobblestones with my cell phone wedged between my …