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LA CAJA MÁGICA DE CAMILLA

Llegó la  Navidad,  un tiempo en que  me pongo a  reflectar.  El  año pasado  escribí  e  ilustrré  un  libro  de  aventuras  para  niños.  Fue  inproyecto  interesante  para  el  autor  humorístico  y  de  novelas  de suspenso, pero  satisfactorio. Es una historia mágica que representa la inocencia en los corazones de los niños, así que, en aras de que esta  es  la  temporada  mágica,  pensé  que  les  daría  una  versión abreviada de este blog de Navidad. 

Una niña llamada Camila recibió un paquete por correo unos días antes de Navidad. Era de su abuela que vive lejos en otro país del sur. Se le permitió abrirlo ese día sólo para descubrir la caja más hermosa que había visto. Al abrirla, la encontró llena de joyas relucientes. Se le dijo que la  guardara pero se encontraba tan atraída a la  caja,  que buscaba maneras de echarle vistazos cuando nadie estaba a su alrededor. 

Esa noche, no podía dormir,  la caja seguía en su mente. Finalmente, se levantó de la cama y fue a ver la caja. Se colocó una de las gemas en la palma de la mano, sintió una cálida y relajante sensación, y luego empezó a sentirse soñolienta.  Camilla caminaba en una playa de arena blanca, agarrada de la mano de una  mujer  que  le  dijo  que  la llamara  Abuela.  Pronto, llegaron a una montaña rocosa donde  pararon.  La  Abuela  le preguntó “Trajiste la gema?” La pequeña niña sonrió  y  abrió  sus  dedos lentamente para enseñarle la piedra. La Abuela se acercó a la roca masiva y señaló  un  pequeño  agujero. "Camila, quiero  que  pongas  la  joya  eneste agujero. ¿Ves mi querida? Tienes  la  llave  a  un  mundototalmente  diferente  como  tú lo conoces." Ella sonrió por la expresión de la cara de la niña. "No hay nada que temer. Esta roca  se  abrirá  y  podrás caminaar adentro. Ahí, estarás a salvo  y  experimentaras  algo maravilloso,"  por un momento se  vio  perdida  en  suspensamientos,  “bueno,  creoque  será  un  regalo  para  tus recuerdos. No puedo ir contigo,  es  sólo  para  los inocentes,  los  jóvenes.  Pero esperaré por ti aquí hasta que regreses  sana  y  salva." 

A terrorizada  por  lo desconocido,  Camilla  puso  la gema lentamente en el orificio. Comenzó  a  brillar  como  si estuviera  en  llamas! Escucharon  un  estruendo,  la roca  comenzó  a  temblar delante de ellos.  Camilla  miró con  ojos  atónitos  como  una grieta  apareció  sobre  la  roca, extendiéndose hasta que creó una  apertura  para  entrar  en ella. "Abuela!  Tengo miedo!"  

Al otro  lado  de  la  entrada de  la cueva, Camilla escucho música alegre y podía oler las  flores. Ella levantó la cabeza e inhalo profundo el aroma que llenaba su  interior  con  calidez. "Abuela,  es  la  cosa más bella que  jamás  haya visto."  Siguió un rastro de pétalos de rosas que la llevó a la cueva mística, de jando que  la  música  la  llevara  al corazón de su cámara.

“! Bienvenida Princesa Camilla!” Gritos alegres se podían escuchar por todo el cuarto. Hadas de su tamaño volaban sobre ella, cada una de diferente color…colores brillantes que dejaban escapar una brillante luz amarilla. Pequeños elefantes azules zumbaban a su alrededor como abejas, le sonreían, la vista de sus pequeñas alas la hacían reír. ¡“Hemos estado esperando tu llegada, Princesa Camilla!  ¡Que empiece la fiesta!” Satiska y Etnika son hermanas,en realidad son brujas. Satiska ha  estado  muy  enojada  por muchos  años,  desde  que  una pequeña niña encontró la gema que  le  quitó  el  candado  a  la roca, haciendo que ella entrara a  su  cuarto.  Todos  esos  años pasados,  Etnika  ha  dado  un gran  número  de  gemas  a  la pequeña  niña  para  que volviera…Satiska  ha  estado esperando  que  una  de  esas gemas  sea  usada  para  que pueda forzar el  regreso de su fortuna familiar. Etnika apareció de pronto sobre la cabeza de  Camilla,  flotando  en  el  suelo  del cuarto.  Era  la  mujer más  hermosa  que Camilla  había  visto.  Su  voz  era  suave,tenía el calor que la hacía sentirse a salvo. 

Las  siguientes  horas  pasaron  con  la habladuría feliz de las criaturas mientras que Etnika entretenía a Camilla. Así fue hasta que algo terrible pasó. 

De repente, Etnika  se  volvió  a  su  hermana,  la  risa diabólica  que  salía  de  la  mujer  quien había  sido  tan  cariñosa  y  tierna  había sido remplazada por una bruja mala. 

“Se acabó la fiesta,” la bruja trono sus dedos para  llamar  la  atención  de  todos. “Síganme, Unicornio. La llevaremos a mi castillo.” El unicornio levanto a Camilla y la  montó  en  su  espalda, cuidadosamente  siguiendo  sus instrucciones.  “He  esperado  más  de cincuenta años para que se me devolviera lo  que era  mío.  Esta niña hará que eso pase. La mantendré segura hasta que me devuelvan mis joyas. En lo que respecta a Etnika, la pueden encontrar encadenada adentro en lo alto de los aposentos de esta roca horrible que ustedes llaman su reino mágico”  Con esto,  levantó  sus  manos  y humo  gris  giro  alrededor  de  ella  y  el unicornio. Un ruido estruendoso se pudo oír,  y puf,  desaparecieron. A la Princesa Camilla no se le veía por ningún lado, la bruja se había ido, el unicornio también. Me  disculpo  con  ustedes  en este momento. Básicamente  es  el  final  de  la historia. Oh, por supuesto, fuera de la cueva donde la Abuela había estado esperando a Camilla, un  pájaro  le  lanzo  una  nota desde el cielo, informándole  de  la  terrible hazaña  de  Satiska.  Y  por supuesto,  la  Abuela  se  sintió enferma,  sabiendo  que  ella había  tomado  esas  gemas todos  esos  años  atrás.  Por supuesto, que hay un segundolibro,  la  historia  de  Isaac, hermano de Camilla. La Abuela le pide al  pájaro que vuele al norte a traerlo para que salvea su hermana. Él  y una hada, un perro y un duende, con una bolsa  llena  de  piedras  que Isaac trajo con él,  se fueron en camino  al  castillo  de  Satiska para salvar a Camilla. Se fueron en un carro mágico, el perro dirigiendo a Isaac hacia su destino. Vuelan sobre una tormenta, a través de una manada gigante de pájaros, solo para terminar chocando el carro.  Una vez que se levantaron, el hada los llevó a un bosque mágico donde las mariposas los dirigen al castillo. 



Continúan pasando por experiencias terroríficas, pero logran tener éxito con el intercambio de las gemas por Camilla.


Esto es todo, un final feliz…pero hubo otra cosa. Cuando Isaac vació la caja de las gemas a una bolsa para llevarlas a la tierra del sur, no se dio cuenta que la caja tenía un doble fondo… el lugar donde Camilla había escondido una gema. 




Deseo que hayan disfrutado este cuento mágico, les deseo que tengan una poquita de magia en sus festividades este año. Ah, por favor les pido una cosa más. Por favor mantengan esta historia para ustedes solos. No mucha gente sabe cómo la montaña rocosa la llamarón, Bruja.Pero yo sé. Verán? Tuve la suerte de encontrar una piedra brillosa saliendo de la arena hace 50 años, una piedra que le quito el candado a la roca que me guio a una experiencia que jamás olvidaré. 

Feliz Navidad!


A very special thank you to my friend, Ruth Spielberger, who surprised me yesterday with this Spanish version of my Christmas blog. 

Camilla's Magic Box

Christmas is here, a time I find myself reflecting. Last year I wrote and illustrated a children's adventure book. It was an interesting project for a thriller/humorous author, but satisfying. It's a magical story depicting the innocence in the hearts of children, so in the interest of this being the season for magic, I thought I'd give you an abridged version for this Christmas blog... fade out. 

A young girl named Camilla received a package in the mail a few days before Christmas. It was from her Grandmother who live far away in another country to the south. She was allowed to unwrap it that day only to discover the most beautiful box she'd ever laid eyes on. Opening it, she found it full of glistening gems. She was told to put it away but she found herself drawn to it, she kept finding ways to take a peak inside when no one was around.

That night, she couldn't sleep, the box still on her mind. Finally, she got out of bed, and went to it. Placing one of gems in the palm of her hand, she felt a warm, soothing sensation, and then she began to feel sleepy. 

Camilla was walking on a white sandy beach, holding hands with a woman who told her to call her Abuela. Soon, they came to a rock mountain where they stopped. Abuela asked, "Did you bring the gem?" The young girl smiled and slowly unfolded her fingers to show off the pink stone.  Abuela walked up to the massive rock and pointed to a small hole. "Camilla, I want you to put the gem in this hole. You see my dear? You are holding the key to an entirely different world as you know it." She smiled at the expression on the girl's face. "There's nothing to be afraid of. This large rock will open so you can walk inside. There, you will be safe, and experience something wonderful," she looked lost in her thoughts for a moment, "well, I believe it will be a gift to your memories. I can't go with you, it's only for the innocent, the young. But I will wait for you here until you safely return."

Terrified of the unknown, Camilla slowly put the gem into the hole. It began to glow as if it were on fire! They heard a rumble, the boulder began to shake right in front of them. Camilla watched with wide eyes as a crack appeared on the rock, spreading until it created an opening for her to walk into. "Abuela! I'm scared!" 

On the other side of the cave entrance, Camilla heard joyful music, and could smell flowers. She raised her head, and inhaled a deep breath to take in the aroma that filled her insides with warmth. “Abuela, it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” She followed a trail of rose pedals that led her into the mystical cave, letting the music lead her into the heart of its chamber.
"Welcome Princess Camilla!" Cheers could be heard all around the room. Fairies the size of her fist flew around her, each one a different color... bright shiny colors that released a golden glow. Little periwinkle elephants buzzed around like bumble bees, they smiled down on her, the sight of their funny little wings making her laugh. “We have been waiting for your arrival, Princess Camilla! Let the party begin!"

Satiska and Etnika are sisters, actually, they are witches. Satiska has been angry for many years, ever since a young girl found a gem stone that unlocked the rock, allowing her to roam into their den. All those years ago, Etnika had given a handful of the gems to the little girl so she could return... Satiska has been waiting for one of the gems to be used so she could force the return of the family fortune. Etnika suddenly appeared above Camilla's head, floating to the floor of the den. She was the most beautiful woman Camilla had ever laid eyes on. Her voice was soft, she had a warmth that made the girl feel safe. 

The next hours went by with the chatter of happy creatures while Etnika entertained Camilla. That is, until something terrible happened.

Suddenly, Etnika turned into her sister, the evil laughter coming from the woman who had been so warm and kind had been replaced by a wicked witch. 

“The party is over,” the witch snapped her fingers to get everyone’s attention. “Follow me, Unicorn. We will take her to my castle.” The unicorn lifted Camilla and draped her over his back, carefully following his instructions. “I have waited over fifty years to get back what is mine. This child is going to help that happen. I will keep her safe until I get back my jewels. As for Etnika, you can find her locked up inside the upper chambers of this horrible rock you call your magical kingdom.” With that, she raised her hands; grey smoke swirled around her and the unicorn. A loud sound could be heard, and poof, they disappeared. Princess Camilla was nowhere to be seen, the witch was gone, the unicorn gone.

I must apologize to you at this point. That is basically the end of the story. Oh, of course, outside the cave where Abuela has been waiting for Camilla's return, a bird drops her a note from the sky informing her of the terrible feat of Satiska. And of course, Abuela is sick, knowing that it was her that took the stones all those years ago. Of course, there is a second book, a story of Isaac, Camilla's brother. Abuela summons the bird to fly north and retrieve him so he can save his sister. He and a fairy, an elf, and a dog... along with a pouch full of the stones Isaac brought with him take off on a journey to find Satiska's castle and save Camilla. They take off in a magic car, the dog navigating Isaac toward their destination. They fly through a storm, through giant flocks of birds, only to finally crash the car. After collecting themselves, the fairy leads them to a magic forest where butterflies lead them to the castle. They continue to go through terrifying experiences, but do succeed in trading the gems for Camilla.

That's it, a happy ending... but there was one more thing. When Isaac emptied the box of gems into the pouch to take to the land in the south, he didn't realize that the box had a false bottom... a place where Camilla had hidden one of the gems. I hope you enjoyed this magic show, may you have a little magic in your holidays this year. Oh, one more thing. Please keep this story to yourself. Not many know how the rock mountain got it's name, Bruja. But I do. You see? I was lucky enough to find a glistening stone poking out of the sand about 50 years ago, a stone that unlocked the rock and led me to an experience I will never forget.

Merry Christmas.
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Smiling Hotels

Have you ever seen a building smile? I have, and, believe me, it's an odd phenomena. Some have a small curl in the lips, some show off with happy teeth. But, it hasn't always been this way in Mazatlán.

About five years ago, my little city went through a tough time... the hotels were sad, fear had taken over our lives. The news was grim. I couldn't convince my family and friends to come visit me. Then, a low blow... cruise ships sailed past our port without stopping. I was mortified, and I saw the frowns on the hotels, on the people... on me. It was an era of depression for this little city. But, as cycles go, something wonderful happened, something so great, so incredible. 

Crime dramatically declined, government elections weeded out many of the dishonest, my city began to stand proud. Her charming personality felt confident once again. We have a lot of firework shows here... on a weekly basis in the winter, and if there ever was a reason to fire those babies off into the sky on a clear night, this is the time. Mazatlán IS BACK.

I was strolling along the Malecón the other day, a place where there are always loads of folks out to enjoy the beauty of the Sea of Cortez. I couldn't help but hear the scuttlebutt all around me.

"Hey, did you hear that the cruise ships are back? This is such great news!"

And...

"This new road to Durango has brought in so many more folks. I can't get a hotel room on weekends, they're all full!"

And...

"Man, that new shopping mall is so cool. Liverpool, so many great shops. And, have you been to the new cinema there? What is going on with this little city?!"

And, and, and.

It's true, Mazatlán is happy, the hotels are smiling proud... the music scene is alive, the artsy cultural section of town is movin' and a groovin', the restaurants are showing off their magnificent cuisine. This is the place to be, and I couldn't be more proud of her.

I know that I often have happy eyes, I see the beauty in this city with all her grandeur. I also know I take it too far sometimes, my daughter has told me this. She has said that I even sh%###t rainbows about it. But the other day, something happened that made me a believer in myself, something so bizarre, so incredible, that I just about went into a joy coma.

I was walking the beach when I heard chatter from the other sand walkers. It was the same excitement I hear when there is a school, or pod if you like, of dolphins making their way to the mouth of the sea. Yes, it was that good.

Folks were pointing, not at the sea, but at the hotels. It was an eye-popping event. It reminded me of the flick, Independence Day, with the alien spaceship hovering over the city. It was that big! 

It was broad daylight, so no fancy lights to bend our perception. It was there, they saw it, I saw it. I tell you, it wasn't just my happy eyes! The hotels, all of them. They had smiles plastered on the sides of them. 

As luck would have it, I had my camera with me to catch this magnificent shot. Then, to my dismay, the smiles of the faces on the hotels began to fade, to actually disappear. I looked at the beach people around me; they had all gone back to their walking, building sand castles, laughing while jumping the waves.

I was distraught. "My daughter will never believe me!" With a sense of gloom, I went back to my house. I had a sick feeling in my tummy, I actually began to question my sanity.

I ran to my computer and began reading all the local online news. "Nothing!" My dog, Rani, detected my depression, she came to my aid by licking my knees. I think that's her way of kissing me. It wasn't enough for me. I knew I couldn't share this event with anyone, I would seem crazy. But how could I keep this quiet?! Then, a thought popped into my head. I smiled. Then, I stood and did a little dance; sounds of glee escaped my lips. "Yes!" I remembered the photo I had snapped.

Scrambling, I fumbled for the camera, and searched for a dark place in the house to take a look. My windows allow so much sunlight in during the day, it's practically impossible to detect a photo in my camera. My breathing was heavy, my head felt light. "God! I only took one shot. What was I thinking?!"

"Calm down, Cynthia..." My hands were shaking, but I found it. Yes, it was there, and the proof was in the photo! I was saved from my daughter's wrath! Instead, she would be proud of me, she would finally know that my rainbow stories were the absolute truth!

Ahhh. So there you have it. I still haven't seen any notice of the phenomena in the papers, nor have I heard any scuttlebutt, but mark my word... it's in the pudding. Enjoy the smiling hotels photo. You won't see or hear about it anywhere else. Is this what they call an exclusive?
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13th Man In Mazatlán

With the invasion of the northerners, one has to wonder what the football fans will be doing on any given Sunday. Heck, it's not just the northern birds, us locals have urges too, you know... the Mexicans, Canadians, and USAians among others. When November game season comes, what are we to do?!

Not to worry, there are several sports bars in town. My friends and I rotate some, but one of our favorites is a friendly spot called Yoopers. We decided to watch the Vikings game the other week at this fun little place. Oh, did I mention that the game was being played in Seattle? The home of the 12th Man? Oh, and did I bother to tell you that we are Seahawk fans? It is very compelling to follow this team, a team with a 10-1 record for the season so far. Yes, I even have my dear friend from Pennsylvania hollering with me for this team. Sorry to her brother, Garry. Yes, I have persuaded her, she is now a Seahawk fan. 

It's easy to be swayed. After all, part of their reputation is the 12th Man. You know, the fans in the stands, the ones who broke the Guinness World Record on September 15th, 2013 with 136.6 decibels for the loudest crowd roar in history? Some of you may be smirking now... you may be thinking, so what? And I probably would have agreed with you a few years ago,  but here is how I see it today... from my point of view, mind you. 

As I get older, the idea of life flying by intensifies in my mind. As a result of this thought, a wonderful notion has seeped into my head, the idea that I had better embrace as many moments as I can, just let them fill my insides with joy. Sitting in a room with strangers, all with one common goal... that is to support the Seahawks, is a joyous occasion. The bonus? When I leave the game, I usually have new friends.

Let's go in and meet some of the folks you will see here on a regular basis when it's game day.
We will need to walk by the outside fans first, but don't be afraid. They probably won't notice us; I sometimes believe they think this is the entire bar. They're in their fabulous fantasy mindset, and think they are alone. Dogs are pretty smart. It's my belief that they do know about the other place, the inside, and my bet is they would love to check it out. Maybe it's a good thing the humans don't know about this other place, easier to keep the dogs under control. 


Before we go any further, I need to introduce to Mike, the owner, and his delightful lady, Bonnie. Each and every day, they open their doors to a friendly haven, offering cool refuge with a menu of great food and beverages. And of course, on weekends, they allow us fans to get lost in the magic of the game.

Thanks, Mike and Bonnie.  Here is something that every game needs, the famous 12th Man flag. There are several flags at Yoopers... Mexican, Canadian, USAian, and on game day... 12th Manian. After successfully raising the ceremonial flag, the game is ready to begin!

Now, I believe it's time to let my secret out. I hope it catches on, becomes viral as they say in today's social networking world. My friends and I had an idea, a scheme so inspirational, so fantastic. We are not the 12th Man. How could we be? We're not sitting in the stands of the arena up north. Buuutttt...

We could be the 12th Man from Mazatlán. We thought about this, but quickly dismissed the thought. How can you be a special group to help the team without a name? Ah... then we came up with the perfect words to describe us. We are the 13th Man. After all, 13 is actually a lucky number. Many folks think this. So, there it is. This season, the 13th Man became an entity, we just have to get the word out. The bartender is ready, his winning smile makes you want to order and order and order. Hmmm, is that how a bar makes money, by hiring the best smiler? Ah, Maria. I believe there is a song about you. Maria has help now that the northerners are here, but in the beginning of this season, she kept us locals happy all by herself. She's quick on her feet, always striving to make her patrons happy.  I met this nice couple, true fans of the team I adore. That makes for instant friends. It is true, when you have something in common, there is a great bonding effect. Notice to the right in the back... there's a buffet for tacos that will make your mouth water when you wake up on game day. Yes, it is that good. Fix your own, then sink your taste buds into the delightful treat you may have had thoughts about the entire week. These folks have been coming since the first game of the season. They are fan pros. True fans... yep, they have that thing going on for our beloved team. I wouldn't be honest if I gave the impression that all the game watchers were for the great Seattle team. This table of fans was not there to see my game. Yes, Yoopers actually shows all the games, even for Seahawk non supporters. They were, (gulp) there for the SF 49ers. They were awfully nice though, so what can I say?  Finally, to end this conversation, I would like to introduce you all to the 13th Man Club. I know, there aren't many of us yet. But, when we get the flag and tank tops made up, who knows? It could become an internationally known club, we might be mentioned each week by the sports commentators, we could become a sports fan phenomena!

Time will tell. Until we hear of our fame, I will bid you farewell. And don't forget to watch the Seahawks on Dec. 2nd (yes, that's Monday night) take on the ferocious New Orleans Saints. If we can just get our club noticed by then, I just know we will intimidate the Saints into giving it up for the night. Besides, how many teams have an international club such as the 13th Man? __________________________________________________________
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Ninjas, Minions, Shimilions

Part of living in Mazatlán is keeping in touch with loved ones up north. Between my two daughters and mom, I keep my Magic Jack pretty darn busy. 

I called my oldest kid the other day, a big day it was. My grandson, Isaac, was turning three years old! How does the time fly by so fast? I had the privilege of hearing his voice for a few minutes when he just disappeared. Little boys are like that; they get interested in other things and walk away from the phone. Heck, I've known a few men that do that! It must be a male thing.

Then, his sister got on the phone; Camilla is four.  I asked her if the sun was out. Her reply was a distinct, "Yes, it is." Her mom later told me it was windy and raining. I asked her if she was excited about Isaac's party, "Yes, I am." We then began talking about the new family dog. At that point, she took off with a lengthy dialogue. It was a grand conversation. At one point, she changed course, and told me how she had helped her mom decorate cupcakes. She said, "I just finished putting the Ninjas on the cakes." I didn't question it, I have heard of Ninjas. Not sure what they are but I have certainly heard of them.

I have a dear Brit friend who coined a beautiful word for grandkids... kiddiwinks. Yes, it was good to hear the kiddiwinks over the Magic Jack magic.

Finally, my daughter took over the phone. That's when I learned about the theme for the party. She told me she had just finished preparing  the cupcakes to look like Minions.

"Oh, the Ninjas," I replied.

"No, Mom. I said, Minions."

"What the hell are Minions?" Now, that was one that I hadn't heard of yet. I must admit, I have found myself in this position before. It's as if my mind has played hooky during intermittent times of my life, I often miss out on the current coolest of things. While we spoke, I found myself googling the word. First, the links came up in Espanol. "Woa, not ready for that!" I tried something else, and there it was in English. "Ah," I said. "What a brilliant idea, a mini movie with these delightful little characters." One of the links took me to a video where these Minion guys were singing a Banana song. I think it was plagiarized from the Beach Boys, but hey, even politicians steal words today. Finally, I went to Wikipedia. There, it was reported that... 

"A  minion  is a follower devoted to serve his/her master/mistress relentlessly.Minion may refer to: ComputingMinion (solver), constraint solverMinion (typeface), the name of a typeface designed by Robert Slimbach in 1990 for Adobe Systems"
                       THE ABOVE QUOTE IS TAKEN VERBATIM FROM WIKIPEDIA

"My God!" At that point, I realized something monumental, "I am a Minion Solver!!!" I spent a career as a computer programmer, then passed the craft on to students for even more years. I lived it, dreamed it, ate while doing it. It seemed odd to have years of my life being described in one word. But my reply to Lisha was, "Oh, how cute." (Gulp)

I asked Lisha what they were having for dinner. "Isaac wants to have sandwiches and salad. I told him he could have anything he wants, but he still insisted on having sandwiches and salad." I had to smile.

We continued to talk when I heard the dogs barking, the kids were making happy sounds. Lisha laughed, she told me the mailman was walking down their driveway with a package. Of course, it was a birthday day, after all. It was then that Lisha told me how she has begun buying gifts and items they need over the internet. It is not at all uncommon for the mailman to deliver packages to their home. She said, "Camilla had a cute pair of shoes delivered a few months ago. When she wears them, she often gets compliments. Her response is always, Why, thank you. The mailman gave me these."

The parcel was now inside, Lisha had opened it. We all waited, holding our breath with excitement. I heard the tick tocking of a clock in my head... the waiting, the waiting. Finally, I could hold back no more. "What is it?! Who is it from?!!"

She said, "It doesn't say, Mom. But it is a really cool fire truck. Wait, it's from  a place called Mystery Toy. But I don't know who sent it."

"Wow, a mystery toy from a place called, Mystery Toy. How cool is that?"

"No, Mom. I said Mr. Nice Toy."

"Oh."

It was a nice chat, and we eventually said our goodbyes. Later that day, my other daughter called. "Mandy, did you send Isaac a toy truck from Mr. Nice Toy?"

"Yes, I thought he might like a truck, but Jason thought it would be cooler if it was a transformer, so I found a fire truck that transforms into a robot. He told me that Isaac was a real dude, so he would appreciate the dual usage."

I laughed, telling her that of course my son-in-law would think that... Jason, too, is a real dude. 

Well, the mystery was solved. We didn't talk long, so Mandy could call her sister and tell her what names to put on the card. We couldn't have Isaac thinking it was from the mailman!

From Minions to a mailman who buys shoes for my granddaughter, to a mystery gift, and all the laughs I get when communicating with these fine ladies and my kiddiwinks, it was a good day. "Minion? Reallllly? I think I do prefer the name one of my classes called me many years ago, Barbie Einstein. 
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House of Treats

Halloween is now over... all those wonderful kids showing off their costumes, their big smiles, and that wonderful phrase  they all shouted with glee, "Trick or Treat!" 

Hmmm, treat. Something about that word gives my insides a feeling of pleasure, it spurs on an emotion of indulgence. I got the same feeling when I visited this wonderful house yesterday, when I met two lovely ladies who dish out treats of extravagant pleasure to their clients every day. This is a happy home, a place where you may get smile wrinkles if you spend a lot of time inside. It's name? EL DORADO YOGA & SPA.

El Dorado Yoga & Spa, or  Yoga & Spa en el dorado is located at Rio Guadalquivir #15 in Las Gaviotas, just one block west of Casa Loma restaurant. Their hours are 6 am - 7:30 pm. Meet Dayanna (right) and Cynthia (left), the two ladies that provide to us, all the lavish adult treats we could imagine. These two will make your body and mind healthier through yoga, but additionally offer other luxuries such as massage, facials... they will paint your toes with delicious colors.

Dayanna has worked as a yoga instructor for over eight years, Cynthia recently joined her with the expansion of their spa related goodies. 

So, what's behind the beautiful red door?  It's no secret. But be careful. Once you enter, time will become meaningless, you will be lost in a world that concentrates on the health of body and mind, and treatments that will make you feel better, not only in your mind, but deep inside your soul. Let's go inside this warm and fuzzy casa. "I don't think I am Kansas anymore." I felt lost in a wonderful new world once inside. Dayanna spent five weeks in India this summer, her vast knowledge of yoga and its history will keep your interest for hours. This lady will mesmerize you, both with her stories and yoga sessions. This casa El Dorado is all about comfort, and its interiors are set up perfectly for mood. I keep mentioning body and mind... the menu of treatments and yoga are all about this well-rounded health experience, but the environment is also a part of melting your psyche into a state of pure ecstasy.  I love water features. The gentle sound of circulating liquid is somehow symbolic, it induces a feeling of well being. Combined with the friendliness of the ladies working here, you should be ready to start pampering yourself.    Meet Maria. She has a beautiful smile, and uses it often. Maria is the administrative assistant who can help you with any questions you may have about the treatments and lessons El Dorado offers.  Fabiola is a therapist who specializes in facials. Fabiola, like all the others has a warmth about her that will relax you. Let yourself go, let  this woman perform her magic on your special day at the spa.  El Dorado's spa offers both relaxing and sports massages. 

They have a six-session package for a treatment that stimulates your body to remove fat cellulite. It can actually reduce your body by a couple of dress sizes! Now, with that said. Let's be reasonable... if you want this to be permanent, you will need to exercise and eat a healthy diet. I believe that this house of treats is all about learning to live a healthier life. Yes, you will be spoiled by all their goodies, but you may also learn a new way to think about your lifestyle.

Facials here are fabulous. You can select to go through a scrub that will make your skin from your neck to your toes soft and smooth. It's a wonderful detox for your body.

Oh, I did use the word, facial. Yes, there are several different methods, treatments for zeroing in on specific areas that may have become troublesome to you over the years. I tell ya, this sounds much safer than surgery, and a lot more fun. Cynthia will give you a quick analysis and know just what treatment your face will be happiest with.

I think I mentioned the word delicious earlier. I would love to take credit for the word, but it was Dayanna who used it to describe their nail treatments. What a great way to put it. If you haven't had your nails done before, you should try it. She's right, the results will be utterly delicious. El Dorado uses Hatha Yoga, an ancient, classic style that promotes a healthy mind-body connection. Some say that Hatha yoga dates as far back as the 15th century, and that it was used to prepare those who were about to meditate for long lengths of time. 

Although Hatha yoga works the body physically, it also concentrates on achieving energy through breathing, an excellent exercise to use to relieve stress. 

This method of yoga can be therapeutic for those who have had back surgery, or many types of surgery for that matter, in addition to addressing stress. It is a way of getting in touch with your body and mind. 

El Dorado is now offering classes for those recovering from addictions. I was surprised to hear about this program until I realized how perfect this is. Mind/body, of course. 

If you need small or one-on-one sessions, El Dorado can provide this. Just call  and tell them what you need.     I think it only appropriate to end with these two ladies. I was so taken with their grace, intelligence, and attitude about life. 

I have always been a believer in the power of the mind. What I learned today with these ladies was powerful for me. It isn't enough to be a positive minded person, but rather, it is the combination of the body with the mind that can really bring peace to your person. To control one's stress through yoga's breathing techniques, to get in touch with your body through yoga's physical techniques, and to preach to one's self positive thinking is a powerful tool to enrich anyone's life. And folks, we only live once the way we know it, so doing it in the richest, most happy way, only makes sense to me.

There is another secret ingredient to this recipe for reaching solitude within your body and mind... it might be considered vain, but I don't think of it at all in that way. I am referring to the pampering of one's self with spa treatments. I think of it more as part of the healthy component, one that will help us feel good about ourselves because we are looking our best. I believe in delicious nails! I am going to walk with more confidence just knowing that I look my best. However, I'll try to stay away from a strut... you can take anything too far, I guess.

I had a good day with these ladies, and hope most of you will be able to discover what I did. Whether you live here in Mazatlán, are a snow bird, or are planning a short visit, you can't go wrong visiting this House of Treats.


To make an appointment:

Dayanna: 193.7590 or dayanna.zarza@me.com
Cynthia:   669.165.3610

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Art Walk… Dead People Walking?!

Here in Mazatlán, we are about to celebrate a trio of spooky and cool events. 

Tonight is Halloween, note to self... get more candy for tonight's creepy goblins, witches... wonderful little kidiwinks. I would stop with this fabulous event, but wait. There is more.

Mazatlán is of course, in Mexico. I know, you are probably wondering where I am headed with this obvious statement. Here's the deal, Mexico embraces two wonderful days and nights referred to as the DAY OF THE DEAD. November 1-2 turns this little city inside out with all the hoopla over the dead. My favorite is the parade of skeletal marchers who make their promenade through the Machado Square. This is an experience that should be in everyone's bucket list, and is on the calendar of events for tomorrow night. 

Wait, I mentioned a trio of events. Ah, yes. Tomorrow, before the Dead Marchers parade through the street, we get to experience the first art walk of the season. Wow, the fun keeps coming. My head is in a delightful spin. The art walk is my focus of this blog.

The first Friday of each month until Spring is a great social event, a wonderful place to enjoy the many talented artists in this town. It takes place in the old part of town, El Centro, and consists of folks walking from one gallery to another. Not just galleries, but also private homes, and wonderful artsy shops. It's a time to enjoy distinctive artifacts, great finds whose beauty may cast a spell over you (it is the season for witches). 

I have always enjoyed one shop in particular. Casa Etnika is unique, full of color, it furnishes beautiful art... it's a friendly, warm, enchanting experience.  You can check them out at:
https://www.facebook.com/CASAETNIKA

Tomorrow is going to be an especially fun affair. My friend will have her new clothing line on display at Etnika's. Yes, this is the debut for these stylish beauties, no one will be disappointed. You can check out her products at:
http://www.arteamanomexico.com/

There will be many treasures one can purchase and take home to admire throughout the years. I will be featuring six prints of my paintings, you can check my work out at:
http://cmichaelsbooks.com/paintings-by-c-michaels.html

Enough of all this... let's go inside and see for ourselves.

For those who live here in Mazatlán, this is a familiar signage. Miguel and Helena, the owners, are a unique powerhouse, a great couple of characters who love this town and all it's folks who live or visit here. You will leave this great boutique feeling like you have new friends, mark my word. Doubt me? Just give them a visit, go see for yourself. You will be greeted by the tender of Etnikacafé.  Josey makes the most wonderful espresso doble (my favorite) but I've been told that he is great at all the other fanciful drinks. This town has become a sister of Seattle with all its great coffee shops, and Etnika's is no exception, an absolute delightful place to indulge.

It seems only appropriate to start by meeting our host and hostess, Miguel and Helena. Their smiles say it all. They are goofy, friendly, a rare couple who seem to embrace all that life has to offer. I really don't think I've seen them without a smile, or someone cracking a joke. 

They are hard at work here, with the big night closing in. No, not the Day of the Dead, the art walk!  I want to take you through their shop now; between these two, their talents work beautifully to show off their items in a magical way.  In all honestly, to get a really good look at their shop, you should visit their FB page. The photos there are excellent. The shop is split into multiple rooms, and quiet frankly, the architecture of this wonderful old building is in some ways as fun as the artwork on display. The colors really capture my attention, it is one of the things I love about Mexico. Brave, beautiful hues to dress up any room. I wonder why we call bold, brave. It seems more accurate to describe dull colors as brave, like, "Wow, that was brave of you to use such dull colors."

Yes, I declare dull as brave, and bold as the only way to go!
We are looking in from the courtyard, my favorite part of this colorful shop. Did I hear someone say courtyard? Look at this. Could you imagine seeing this every day? 
 



Here is a closeup of the courtyard where more artwork is covering the walls, and where more tables of delightful items will mesmerize your soul. I thought it only appropriate to end with their wonderful mural. This little (I mean humongous) guy is known by many in this town. He really gives new meaning to the phrase, Big Bird. 

You can see for yourself that this place is an experience. 

Tomorrow should be a delightful treat. Art walk, and after dark, dead people walking! Until then, stay safe tonight. I hear there will be flying creatures to tend with, and they will be asking you for goodies, mark my word! __________________________________________________________
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INODUS!

Disclosure: These photos are not mine.

November is like a holiday in Mazatlán. Yes, those snowbirds begin making their EXODUS from the north in hoards. Nothing will stop these birds, their excitement to make the trek takes over their very existence. 

I pondered this morning, "What is the opposite of EXODUS?" I even looked it up. To my dismay, the words I found were boring, not worthy of describing this extravaganza. So I made up a word to illustrate this monumental affair. "Of course!" I exclaimed. "It can only be described as our yearly INODUS."

I used to be a bird, my suitcase was packed a month ahead of my flight, my heart left before my body. It was all I could do to function that last month while still up north. Folks will do anything to get down here where the birds (feathery)  sing, the gentle breeze cools you from the sunny skies... the food, the culture, the friendly faces... the palms, flowers, THE BEACH... the music. You see? I could go on and on. These are the thoughts that are fluttering through their minds weeks before they actually make the trip. Boat, plane, car, train -- I am telling you, the desperation is deep within their souls. The snowbird will get here one way or another. Those who live in ports may get mixed up in aquatic traffic jams... The open sea, countless number of birds will board anything that floats. They will take their chances, live through extreme danger just to get here. Amphibious contraptions may be a good option. Flying will be the choice for some, any airline will do. The Mazatlán airport will be jammed. No boat? No plane? No problem. Whatever it takes to get here. I think I see my friends on this vehicle. Yes, now I am sure these are my friends. "Please, we have been at sea for three weeks, let us tie up!" Yes, the masses are in their INODUS, making their way to the fruitful life they yearn for in Mazatlán. The women, oh the women. When they see this little city, they can't help but scream, all of them dreaming that they will be able to touch her ground. Some come in style. Some don't. The Nogales border, oh, the fun that this drive has to offer. It is such a rush to enter into the country that houses their beloved Mazatlán. A northern politician may think,"Get those stinkin' ex-pats out of here." All are happy. The politician who doesn't miss these folks, the snowbirds... while basking in their fiesta-style of life. The city will explode with glee when they arrive. There will be no holding back. They are welcome, it is their party for the next six months. Yes, the INODUS has begun, and no one is happier than the birds and the city. It is a marriage of sorts, with both parties delighted, both looking forward to meeting again. Hurry up little birds, we await you and have plans to embrace you this year, and all to come.
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La Marina - Welcome Christy's!

What a nice way to be welcomed to La Marina, located just south of the north beach (last week's blog). Mazatlán has lots of love for this exquisite spot, with two large hotels slated to be built near by, but mostly, for its beauty that adds so much to this magnificent little city. 
Today, I want to show you one of the newest additions to this part of town, Christy's Sports Bar, a great  place that has migrated from the Golden Zone to settle here... but first, let's take a look at this scenic area.

 
There's a narrow boardwalk that circles the water, lined with fabulous restaurants and small shops. We are still on the north end of town, the newer part of town. You can find great pizza and even a band to dance to in the evening. Lovers will enjoy this, perfect for that romantic walk when you are with that special one. Looking to the west, we can see more of the boats. This waterway, is of course, an inlet off the Sea of Cortez, it houses many boats for their winter stay. I know a few who actually live here year-round. Brave of them to withstand the summer storms. However, with the exception of Tropical Storm Manual, they had a pretty mild season. Whew! If we wander over the little bridge, we find ourselves on the island. Some of the boaters are moored on this side of the water. Additionally, there are condos and some beautiful homes in this majestic setting.  Here's a fun spot. The place is called La Isla, a small palapa bar and restaurant. Last winter, my friends and I enjoyed listening to the music of Cheryl Gaudet on the terraza. If you are lucky enough to come here in the winter, or choose to visit this great town, she's a real treat. She played on Thursday nights last year, but check the schedule, the night may have changed. Google, her, she is superb! Let's check out the featured event of this blog. Meet Hank, the owner of the well-renowned Christy's. This great sports bar made her name in the Golden Zone, but has just relocated here, her grand opening was last night. She's located just south of the welcoming fountain you saw as we entered La Marina. 

Hank is a joy to meet. His enthusiasm and zest for his venture is captivating. A transplant from Colorado, he has been an entrepreneur all of his life. I laughed when he told me he was retired. "Well, Hank. Maybe you have a different way of defining retirement." This man doesn't rest, and more so, he loves to offer the best to his customers. We'll go inside in a moment, and you'll see what I mean. For instance, he offers the largest menu I have ever laid eyes on. He proudly opened and opened, and then opened again the pages that displayed all his offerings. I was amazed, and asked if I was remembering wrong. "I don't remember this selection from the old Christy's," I exclaimed.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he replied. "Your memory is correct."

His Master Chef, Nozino, a transplant from a cruise ship, has his hands full. But with the help of Chef Jesus, these guys get the job done. Eye popping, that's what it is. I did ask if he still had his famous potato salad, and took a sigh of relief when I got an affirmative shake of his head. I guarantee its taste. I think my recipe is the best ever (it really is one one for the books) so when my friend ordered it from Christy's last spring, I was reluctant to taste it. Sure glad I did. He has seasoned it like no other!

As an author, I found myself engrossed when I met with Hank... his life story is not at all a normal one. His biography would be a fascinating read. It is interesting to hear stories from someone who chose to go out on a limb with his ideas. I've read how difficult it is to start a business or restaurant, but Hank has the right  ideas; he's out to please the customer. I realized as he spoke that he lit up when he showed me all he had planned to make dining or game watching a memorable event for his patrons. With that said, let's go inside.  



Inside, we are welcomed by a comfortable den designed to make the avid sports spectator feel like a kid in a candy store. Twenty-five televisions are waiting to display the different games on any given day.  Ah... thanks, Hank. To really show off the screens for my camera, he is one by one bringing them to life.

It was an amazing story to hear the hurdles he had to go through to get the satellite set up. But no problem, all is ready.

I will certainly be sitting in this room on Thursday when my beloved Seahawks take on the Arizona Cardinals. Game time is 6:25. I would encourage you to come in hungry.
 
As I mentioned before, Christy's has more than doubled her menu (not sure about my math, but it's an amazing selection). I honestly don't believe I've ever seen such impressive choices.  For those of you who feel more comfortable sitting at the bar, this one won't let you down. You will enjoy the comfortable setting where you can enjoy the viewing while the Seahawks rack up another win against the Cardinals. I love this room! What is it about a wine cellar?! This one is a beauty, with glass walls allowing us to enjoy all the fun that lives inside. Really nice touch, Hank. Just fun! Here, Hank and Jesus are posing next to the magnificent coffee urn left behind by Sr. Peppers when they closed their doors a few years ago. Now, it's a museum piece, but when Hank gets someone out to do a few repairs, I know I will be ordering an espresso from this beauty.  The tour is over, we are leaving from the side door that opens to the marina setting we saw at the beginning of our excursion. 

If you were lucky enough to be at the grand opening last night, I'm sure it was a night to remember.

For me? I will get my memorable first night at this new location tomorrow.

If you are inclined to get excited about grown men banging each other up in their attempt to run a funny shaped ball down a long field, come enjoy a dinner from the remarkable menu while watching the show. 

Thank you, Hank, for taking the time to show me around, and thank you for giving Mazatlán a great place where folks can get lost in pure ecstasy.

Walk With Me

I recently had a few email exchanges with a dear old friend from the Great Pacific NW. Poor guy, I put my walk ahead of him... I said, "Hey, Chris. Sorry, but Rani is giving me that look. We need to walk to our Bruja rock so I can tap my foot on her Majesty."

Then I got thinking. Why don't I dedicate a blog to this walk, but this time with photos from my shiny new camera? So this one is for you, my friend, and for all of you readers, I also share this mesmerizing experience.

We start outside my house. Looking north, I can see the rock that will fill our insides with magic dust. It's about a two mile walk, with delicious things to see along the way.

Wait a minute. We must back this up a bit. Here is where we actually start this morning's routine. Finally, meet Rani. As you can see, her fur has grown back, covering all her dalmationy spots. 

This is, without a doubt the best time of day for her. 

Ok, let's get back to our walk... I know, I know... this looks like a resort, but in fact, is is the beach access for those living at Quintas del Mar. And, yes. That includes Rani and me. So, this is our backyard, or front yard, or maybe I will just call it our stomping grounds. For those of you deciding where to go for a get-away, this walk will give you a taste of the way folks start their day here.



This magical little spot is a great place to find a really cold cerveza on a hot afternoon. It's called Cerritos, it serves food and beverage to the folks who live behind it, but also to the barefooted walkers like myself. "Ah... a bucket on ice, please." Ahead is the Riu Hotel, look it up. They have a lot to offer, but be careful! Don't be tempted to spend all your time here. A great place to stay, but please, wander out into town so you can see all her great wonders. We're getting closer to the peddlers in front of the Riu. You can purchase jewelry, sunglasses, apparel, and even get a massage on the beach! Wow, I am beginning to sound like a travel agent. Let's just enjoy.   Mexico is famous for bold color picks. I'm thinking about going crazy with my paint choices when I get to  that part of my villa remodel. Hmmm, what could I do that would make me smile each day? Hot pink? Bright yellow? Hey, how about pink, green, yellow, blue combo to start with? Hmmm.... Love the hatman!


 
Past the Riu, we are getting close to our destination. Almost time to touch this beauty with my foot. I often need to educate tourists about this idea of magic in the rock. Most listen to me and become foot touchers, some look at me with haze over their eyes. I wonder if those who choose not to believe feel the enchanted dust. Probably not. Ah, I just love fishermen. There is one problem here, however. This isn't the best place for them to be successful. I won't tell, they are having too much fun.

Bruja is one of the three most popular beaches for surfers in town. Oh, I love the feel of sand between my toes. At last, this is where I unleash Rani so she can run around, do her morning business. Don't worry, she carries her own bags tied to her leash. Very responsible dog, she is.
 
Backing away from the rock, we are headed to the restaurant on the hill. This beach is called Playa Bruja, the area is called Cerritos. 

I'm including a painting that I did for my childrens' books as featured on the home page of this website. I did, however change the painting to include a witch, where in fact, the actual rock displays a surfer.
The restaurant is called Playa Bruja Restaurant, or commonly know here as Mr. Lionso Playa Bruja. Senior Lionso is the owner of this beauty.

Inside Mr. Lionso's place, you will find delightful atmosphere. Friday is music night. After enjoying delicious Mexican cuisine, the evening is clear for dancing. A great place to dine while watching surfers in the day,  or dance at night. The front of Playa Bruja is quite lovely, not as rustic as the beach entrance. Again, great colors. Here is the deal. I could stop with our walk now, or take you on the regular route. I choose the norm. From the restaurant, we will now walk to the end of this road. It's the only way to get around the mystical Bruja rock (feeling the magic dust yet?).  Here we are, the very end of Cerritos where the waiter was kind enough to pose for me, and we can see the sea beyond Bruja rock. 
In the winter months, you can come down here and buy fish off the boats. Honestly? We have now turned around. Yes, we are on our way home, our backs now to the nice waiter. There are little shops and restaurants here, and as you can see, the Riu Hotel in the distance is now to the south of us.  

Ahhh. This is where I enjoy my espresso doble and buy my rich dark coffee beans to take home. 

A plug for Looney Beans... they will open for the winter on October 18th, and for an added treat... they have broken through the south wall to include a restaurant in their already fabulous establishment. 

Oh, and  they are dog friendly. Can't wait, hurry up my Looney Beans friends! I would tell you that we are done, but wait. We need to walk back home! Below are a few beautiful photos of what we will see in the last part of our journey. Hope you enjoyed the walk, you should now be ready to have a great day.

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