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{our sexy legs} San Miguel Market . It was disgusting on a few levels. I was overwhelmed. At once attracted by interesting options and presentations of food and drink, and repelled by the people milling blithely around the cramped space. I hated the effect it had on me- basically inducing a panic attack. Oh, bless my general anxiety disorder. I found I had a much better time sitting on the curb outside with the rest of the homeless beggars, eating food bought on the cheap from a nearby grocery store.  We did grab a few tastes though. I had a small plate aceitunas de la abuela that made me wow. I had never had their like before. I don't know whose grandmother makes them, but surely it was not any of mine! {the butcher, the baker and the drunkness} I can say, if you want a really great touristy food experience, you would be better off going to one of your local friendly Museo de Jam ó n locations. And it isn't even all tourists hanging around. There are plenty ...

While I am in the middle of decompressing from my Spain trip, I get a nice welcome back to baja from the from the workers two lots over. We suppose the property has been bought out because all the businesses are gone and the locales have been gutted. (So long neighbors with the great tamales.) The guys were over there again; this time doing some controlled rubbish burning and I thought nothing of it. Even when I heard the sirens, I thought nothing... I only noted that the lame excuse for a dog Rocco didn't howl with the sirens as he usually does... even when I looked out the side door to see that the emergency vehicles had stopped in where the men were working I was only a bit puzzled... what I had to do was turn my daffy head to look further at back of the lot and see a huge plume of dark smoke! Oh! Yes. So there is a situation! The matter was dealt with quickly and no harm was done, but in this dry climate I was expecting anything to happen when I saw the fire... ...

{i win all of art} I'm on the mother continent with an 11 dollar Mexican haircut. I have to punch (uh, pinch -  thank you very much autocorrect bot) myself. Three days into my trip and though my feet are killing me I can't seem to stop walking up and down all these streets! There are more cafes here that taco shops in Tijuana! How is this possible?! I know we are in the tourist parts of town, but man, just about everywhere you look you will see at least a dozen people effortlessly put together. So then why are so many people staring my way? I did not expect this in a capital city in Europe. I thought I would be politely ignored. Aren't there like 50 other more gorgeous people right over there? Aren't there 50 other better dressed people? Do I have a rabid weasel in my teeth? Is pus oozing from sores on my nose? This prompted Human and I to have a laugh and give ourselves new nicknames. Don Nadie and Doña Famosa . Hugo got the idea from being addressed at the fr...

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 ...

The footbridges are public toilets crossing over a public toilet. The worst  comes at the end, but nearer to the middle; beginning on the Thursday or Friday-and/or depending on the moon phase, maybe Tuesday at about 10:30am. Since December, my cycles brought me to the point of illness. Three months in a row of miserably failing to fight off little microbes. Lucky me, that pattern was nicely broken with a few nearly simultaneous incidences. -A break in. On a busy Friday evening, not quite so late, a young man picked one of the locks and walked into our place. We were home. We were right there. It was obvious people were around, but he came on in anyway. The Human ran him off and we have since actually got the door fixed. Sleep has been rather elusive since that night for the both of us. -A.. how shall I say? Shit flinging? A 'client' chewed me out for the pettiest reasons at just the right moment to send me spiraling further into panic attacks. I won't go into i...