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Spring break had been threatening to drag me off (oh twist my arm) into a realm of vacation - before my vacation. Bob Marley was even there to wake me up at 7:30 every morning... I hate you now Bob... The sense of holiday led my Human and I to do a bit more local exploring that usual. We visited the ruins of some tourist resort. I was happy to discover it has been 'maintained' by the youths and vagrants. It's goldmine of grungy street art! See: images that did not do justice to the place. On a different day, we ventured into a mysterious restaurant on the main boulevard where we found  tepache  and cricket tacos on the menu. This kept us away from the lower brow traffic jam of a tequila festival happening up that same road. Yes, I did eat a couple of crickets. The texture is not weird at all and think something along the lines of sunflower seeds for the flavor... I wanted to ask the chef where he got his supply of crickets and how he prepares them. I have crickets tha...

Sunday I went to a Martinez etc, etc, family reunion. This would be The Human's mother's side of the family. Turns out if was much more than a reunion is was a triple  birthday party and a meeting of people that completely warped my brain. Let me share the brain warp. You ready? My Human has family WHO LIVED IN WEBSTER MASSACHUSETTS and  are still in the area. One of them even went to BARTLETT! HWTF! Here we all at in Tijuana relating about Nelson Street by the ball field and what they did to Cranston Print. HFTW?! And then it was explained that, for some reason (those pesky Norns), Webster ended up being the midway point between the south of Norway and Obregon (Mexico); were an aunt met and a Norwegian man, with whom she eventually married. He proposed to her on the bridge spanning the French River at the Webster-Dudley border. I am not making this stuff up! I met them, and they all told the same story.. The world didn't get smaller. It got weirder. Because for ...