


Documenting our adventures and keeping friends and family informed of where we are and what we are doing.




Carnaval has been a tradition in Mazatlan for over one hundred years. During the week-long festivities I saw everything from a pet monkey in diapers to fireworks being set off a few feet away from me to a group of senior women engaged in semi-seductive dancing. It got crowded at times (we always left before it got dangerously so) but it was fun to see the kids' confetti-covered faces and their expressions when they saw "real live princesses!"


We bought a cheap amateur bodyboard and Rus has been loving it. He even "rode" a wave properly. In the background of the picture is Mei playing in the water and a local playing soccer. There are often ballgames of various types on the beach, especially on Sundays. One game that they we have seen played here originated from the Aztecs and has evolved into something more like beach volleyball.

I have unlocked the mystery of my digital camera. It turns out that there was something wrong with my memory card, maybe a piece broke off, and that is why I lost all those pictures. That part I can't get back, but I have found that if I take the memory card out, there is still memory available on my camera for about 100 VGA-quality pictures that are able to download (no pictures from the memory card would download). And then I found some presumably missing pictures. I am a genius.


We spent some time at the park near our home today. Ila and Mei found some friends in some girls whose parents were here for Carnaval (more about Carnaval later). Notice the crazy angle on the teeter-totters.




This was a beautiful place and the burial plots varied widely. There were sites marked with everything from rustic wooden crosses to colorful tiles to elaborate statues and buildings. There were even some empty ones overgrown with trees(like the one in the fourth picture), which was a little scary. One gravesite had a big opening and we couldn´t even see the bottom. Yikes. We kept a close eye on our kids here! I think my favorites were the really old ones that were sinking and the ones that were cracking from tree trunks pushing their way through them.