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Just got back from Mexico and will write a bit about my adventures
with my 22 year old son – Matt
Update 12/09/2008 ….Adventures are brewing
(as I lookout my window at the snow). Stayed
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Being back in the United States has made me a little lethargic…and anxious to travel more. Over the last several days I’ve been hanging out with my two sons – Matt 21 and Eric 19. It’s been a neat experience, as I’ve been able to watch them as they go about their daily lives between school, work and hanging out with friends. I guess my big question is, when do these boys ever get a chance to study when they are always playing video games? I quess one needs a little down time and they are both excellent students. I will probably have to erase this once Eric sees it but oh well. Eric appears to have a girlfriend….and she’s a real sweetheart!!! …and Matt doesn’t have one which I think is the first time since he was in first grade.

One thing I like about spending time in or around a univesity this large, is there is such a wide variety of ethnic restaurants. There are more Asian restaurants on one block than there are in all of Stevens County, with a few left over, and all light years better than the Mandarin Garden. Of course if you have eaten there, it’s not an experience that’s worth repeating. Sorry Thomas…nothing personal.

I’m going to end it here as I find myself describing what many would find much less an adventure and more of a journal of my daily routine. What I will promise to do in the not-to-distant future is to write a wrapup of the past forty days.

I think I’ve been bitten by the travel bug!!! and theres only one way to cure that…and that’s for me to GET OUT AND SEE WORLD. What I would suggest doing is subscribe to the RSS feed found at the bottom of this page, and as I resume my travels, the daily blogs will come to your email, alerting you of my resumption of this blog.

I have had a wonderful time, in a large part, because of your participation on this adventure. It’s my hope that I will be reading your blogs as you go out and see the world. Anytime you’d like help on setting up a blog such as this, or help posting/taking pictures, let me know. I’d be glad to help!!! Until the next time. Adios

Wokeup this morning, of all things, with an VERY upset stomach. Could it be that Montezuma, had finally extracted his revenge after all the time. Was it the combination burrito, or maybe the chicken sandwich I had by the bus station the previous day in Guadalajara. I’m keeping my fingers crossed this ain’t what I think it is.Several year back I ventured into the border town, of Ciudad de Juarez, just south of El Paso, Texas. I had heard the mantra. don’t drink the water…don’t drink the water….nobody said anything about drinking the ice tea. After about a week and a half, I decided to see a friend of mine, who happens to be a naturpath, and he gave me the cure. It’s not a weight loss plan I would recommend.

Newsflash: Denver 8:32 MST
I may be on the next flight out of here thanks to a Frontier Counter Agent, who has given me hope! Throughout my forty day trip, all negative events always turned into something positive. I quess that’s the power of positive thought. A thousand Thank you’s Leslie. I know if I don’t make this flight you did everything you could. Next time they confiscate my Kahlua I’ll make sure they save it for you.

Update: 9:01 pm MST – I just got my boarding pass, Frontier Flight 837 Departing at 9:40, arriving Seattle 11:33.. thanks again to St. Leslie, the patron saint of wayward travellers. I’m starting to be my smiley old self once again. Until tomorrow. Sorry not much on pictures today, in fact everything I’ve taken is included in todays blog. An airport is pretty boring when it comes to photo ops…except for taking pictures wonderful people.

I boarded the plane, had an uneventful flight, and was met by my son Matt around midnight. I’m not sure how I feel about being back in the states. Part of me missed the routine that comes with living in community for as long as I have, the other part was thriving on the constant bombardment of the senses. I would hope to return someday soon.

I will continue to post until I return home. I quess I better find some entertaining things to do while in Seattle. Hope to heard back from Jason Webley about his friends only bash on Saturday. It would be perfect as I started my first day away from Colville, at the Jason and Reverend Peyton concert and would love to finish with the concert of Saturday night.

As I mentioned in yesterday’s bloggy thing, I arrived in Puerta Vallarta in the wee hours of Wednesday, under the light of a full moon. This was to be my last day i Mexico and I wanted to enjoy it. I contimplated many things from going to the Mayan Palace and floating the lazy river, toswimming in the ocean, to going to my favorite beach, Sayulita. But I wound up doing is going back to downtown Puerta Vallarta visting the malecon (the beachfront boardwalk) and doing a little last minute gift buying. Things hadn’t changed much in my two week absence. Their was a large number of tourists downtown, mainly because there were two cruiseships in port. Speaking of cruiseships, I sat and watched as a cruiseship dock, it is a very impressive sight. They come in under their own power, and literally turn the boat around 180 degrees at the center axis in the middle of a small harbor and then back the boat into the dock. Fore and aft lines are then given to a small harobr tender boat, cleated, and then all 14 lines were winched in. Time seems to disappear here with the hustle and bustle of the street life.

I had gotten a message to Doug, my now Bucerius-rooted friend from home, that I would meet him at Larrys at 2 pm so I headed out on the local bus. I jumped on the first north-bound bus. This old bus was as rickety as any bus I’d ridden, including some pretty dilapated busses in San Miguel. I figured I’d share my experience by recording it on my cell phone. I was able to captured the rattling windows, the bone jarring bouncing, the flow of egressing and ingressing passengers and a little bit of what was happening on the sidewalks below. But the best part, totally unrehearsed, was a blind street musician boarded at one of the stops, using his white cane felt his way to empty seat. There he stood, with his back to an upright pole, and played a song on his guitar, while he sang the lyrics. I haven’t had a chance to put the video on the blog, but that’s on my list of things to do.

I arrived at the Mayan Resort about a half hour early and because I wasn’t sure if Larry was still staying in the same room, I went to the pool, where I figured I would run into Larry’s wife – Diane. Not only was she there, so were a couple from Salmon Arm B.C. We spent the next half hour playing catch-up, telling them of my adventures in middle of Mexico. It made me glad that I struck out on my own and ventured into the heart of Mexico. Turns out Larry was up in his room, so I took the quick elevator ride to the eighth floor, and filled him in on everything. Because Mike is a common friend, I made sure that I filled him in on everything. I’m not sure, but I think Larry missed me, as my adventures (and misadventures) kept him entertained for the whole three weeks I was PV bound. Never did see Doug, and I guess Larry never did after I left for San Miguel. In my emails with him, it sounds like he’s having a great time at the beach and making new friends. Each of us came here for different reasons. Mine just happen to be REALLY different.

After taking a short nap, Larry and I were off to the bus stop. We were force to take taxi to the airport if I wanted to get to the airport on time. The bus that came was packed with some very large tourists. This might be a little insensitive, but I guess I can’t leave without saying somethng. The tourists that I’d seen in PV during my three weeks in PV, especially the cruiseship types, are on average one hundred pounds over weight, and that’s just he women…who knows about the men. As they Walk down the sidewalks, they waddle like ducks. Ok, got that off my chest.

Once at the airport, We unload my suitcase that had been at Larrys the last two weeks and I take a bus several miles to retrieve my backpack and computer case from the luggage check-in at the bus depot. Hopped a taxi and I was back in about twenty minutes. This is where things get a little…hmm…how should I say it…maybe a self fullfilling prophecesy. Turns out in my sleep deprived brain I mixed up the arrival time in Denver with the departure time in Puerta Vallarta. I quess deep down, I didn’t want to leave Mexico quite yet. Oh well, one extra day in Mexico never hurt anyone. I try not to let the little stuff bother me and I’ll be danged if this discourages me…as it’s only a one hundred dollar mistake. Of course I’m not on a plane yet, so best not push it.

Larry and I go to our favorite taco stand across from the airport, and have a combination shrimp, marlin and octopus burrito, washed down with a corona. Larry headed off to the market for some grocery shopping and I on a taxi to my favorite motel – Hotel Jalisco, the place I spent my first three days. It was fitting this is where I started my stay in Puerta Vallarta and hopefully be where it’s ending. I checked in, deposited my bags, went next door to the local corner grocery store and purchased my ritulistic can of Corona and headed to Sergio’s cybercafe a few blocks away. It felt good to be in my old neighborhood. I think they missed me. as we shook hands, smiled and in our own languages conveyed, that it was good to see each other. I found my usual chair and desk and caught up on email and made a few phone calls. Tongight there was a big soccer game between a mexican team and one from South America. It was intereting, as this place is a local hangout, where groups of youths and adolescent men, would stop socialize, make a comment on the soccer game, and then disappear out the front door. I felt honored to be able to witness life such as this in a middle-class Mexican neighborhood. This is the Mexico that I will go home remembering. Soveneers are great but it’s the memories of a culture, the day-to-day living, the sights, sounds and smells from the sidewalk, that I will remember the most. In my correspondance with others, I find that their is a misconception about Mexico and the Mexican People. I guess in a small way maybe I shared some of those unfounded ideas, but after five weeks here and two thousand miles of travel, I have a whole new opinion.

Mexicans are, in my opinion, extremely hard working, happy, devotedly religious, centered around community and especially. The elderly are well looked after, as are the children, though maybe just a bit spoiled. I don’t know how many times I saw the fathers tending to their children, in a playful manner. I was able to silently observe at bus stations, town squares, local barios or neighborhoods, and other types of social settings. If you ever have the chance to visit Mexico, or any other country, even the different areas of the United States, get out, sit on a bench in a park and watch. Go to a grocery store, and yes even Wal-mart or McDonalds, and just watch. If you are like me, you will witness, humanity at it’s finest, humblest roots. Take in a movie at a local theater, in the native language, hopefully with english subtitles. And if you are extremely adventorous, try talking to someone on the street. You may not be able express exactly what you’d intended, but you will learn something about humanity, as we all want to be able to communicate and more importantly, to be understood. Many times, I personally, had to be creative to get my point across, drawing on a piece of paper, pointing at something, or making an expression. Rarely did I ever have to walk away without being understood, and if so, a shrug of the shoulders seems to be a universal sign of surrender.

Till tomorrow…and my last day in Mexico…oops…said that before.

I kept hearing about the town of Delores Hidalgo, and today was the day I was going to find out more about this town’s namesake. Delores Hidalgo is located about thirty miles north of San Miguel on a widely traveled road. Many of the country roads are very similar the the roads that we drive everyday in Stevens County. Imagine Williams Lake road and you get a pretty good idea of the way the mexican roads curve or how they go uphill and down. But that’s where the similarities end, as I’m not sure there is a speed limit and centerlines are for sissies. The bus I took north would straddle the line, pass on what appeared to be blind corners, and drive what felt like 70 miles an hour. I might of mentioned this before, but I’ve been on tamer rollercoasters at Silverwood. We finally made it to the outskirts of town where the driver drove at a more reasonable speed…I survived another busride…I notice that I’m starting to cross myself when I get off busses now. Must be the catholic in me.

Of all the towns I’ve had the opportunity to visit, this one seemed to be one of the busiest, where the sidewalk merchants spread out what must have been several miles. It was like they emptied all the goodwill and salvation army stores from hundreds of miles around, spreading the stores’ contents out on the sidewalk and covering the goods with blue plastic tarps for shade. As I’d been seen before, Sunday is by far the busiest day in town, as many must leave from church and head off to the market.

Once I got of the bus, I began to look for the Jardin, the town square. It’s become a pretty simple formula, just look for the tallest church spires, and you will find the town square. It worked exactly the same here, with a tall double spired church, a large treed park with black cast iron benches, complete with a center bandstand. But noticably absent, was the traveling Mariachi Bands, that I’d seen in the previous two towns I’d been in. They must have been given the day off.

My first order of business was to find the ice cream vendors. I was told by numerous people, that if I did anything, I had to have an ice cream cone. That was a pretty easy assignment, as there were about ten vendors, on all but one of the four corners. The hardest part was deciding which flavor to have. But my choice was instant once I saw it….TEQUILA! Ok, it sounds gross but you know what…It was awesome. I propose the tequila song was actually praising the ice cream rather than the drink. The ice cream was more like gelati, an ice cream-like confection made with milk, sugar and flavoring. My tequila flavored cone had more of a citrusy taste, like that of a lemon or orange. All I know is, mine went quickly. One last thing about cones, everyone had one. Young children, old grandmas, lovers on benches, tough looking cowboy types, all were enjoying their cones. Eat your heart out Baskin-Robbins!

I’ve been meaning to mention, and haven’t in 35 days, about the camera that I’ve been using to take all the pictures you’ve seen here. I just use my camera phone, which takes a pretty decent picture, without alot of fuss. It’s always convenient, either in my pocket or backpack, doesn’t have any controls to fuss with, has almost unlimited photo storage capacity, and I can take a day’s worth of pictures on one charge. The only down side is, the quality is probably not good for printing anything other than a 4 x 6 pictures and I don’t have any zoom capability. But it’s worked well for about 95% of the pictures I’ve taken. One last thing…it’s easy to take pictures without being too obvious.

Ok, back to today’s adventure. I spent about an hour in and around the park checking out all the touristy things, the church, the museums and other buildings. Maybe this would be as good as time as any for a little history lesson. I’m going to cheat just a little and quote something off the internet- just so I get the story right. Here goes…and if history class in high school made your cringe…feel free to fast forward. Basically it’s this…In the square that I was standing, the Mexican independance movement started.

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The laid back atmosphere of present-day Dolores Hidalgo is a far cry from the morning of “The Cry” that signaled the start of the country’s independence from Spain. On that Sunday in 1810, the town (then known as just Dolores), was swarming with church-going Indians and peasant farmers. Father Hildalgo roused them and criollos (people of Spanish descent born in Mexico) to rise against the gachupines (the ruling class, born in Spain). He urged the crowd to follow him into battle. It wasn’t a prepared, written speech, so no one is certain exactly what Hidalgo said, but he probably included phrases such as “long live freedom.” The scene is reenacted yearly on September 15 throughout Mexico.

After “The Cry,” Miguel Hidalgo (he wasn’t an active priest at the time he led the revolution) and his countrymen marched 20 miles to San Miguel el Grande (now San Miguel de Allende), to join the forces of criollo military general, Ignacio Allende. About 1,000 troops strong, they marched toward Guanajuato (which is now the state capital). Within a week, their ranks swelled to 25,000 and ultimately to 80,000. Yet, it took another 11 years, and much bloodshed on both sides, before Mexico achieved independence from Spain.

Quoted from Dolores Hidalgo: Mexico’s Cradle of Independence – An article by Geri Anderson in Mexico Connect
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Ok, that wasn’t so bad was it. Back to adventures in Delores Hildalgo. I heard much about the ceramic shops here so I set out in search of them I took a shor tcut across about ten blocks to the main street that the bus had taken and found over a mile of ceramic shops of all sizes on both sides of the streets. Delores Hildago is noted for it’s brightly colored ceramics. For sale here were all kinds of brightly colored crafts – ranging from kitchen sinks, to geckos and frogs, planters and clocks, kitchen knick-knacks and picture frames, and what must have been literally thousands of other items. On my next trip I’m coming down with a semi-truck and bringing back loads of gifts for my friends…promise!

All this walking was making me hungry and decided to search out a seafood restaurant that got good reviews in the Lonely Planet. The El Delfin or The Dolfin in English, is a nice bright airy restaurant located about a block from the town square. A seafood menu in only printed in Spanish can be a dangerous thing, especially in my hands. What I ordered and what swam to my table were two entirely different things. I should have done what I’ve done in similar situation, pointed at what someone else was eating, it worked well in Vancouver’s Chinatown. I thought I was getting a sea bass filet…turns out it was the whole sea bass, tail, fins, head complete with eyeballs. My motto is…your food should never be looking back at you. I swear my fish blinked just as I was picking up my fork…must have been the tequila ice cream!

As I’m putting titles on the pictures I took today, I came across one of a policeman directing traffic. It remeinded me of the unique, almost birdlike sounds, that each traffic cops whistles make as they stand out in the middle of the intersection, directing the flow of traffic. On several occasions, I almost began looking for the bird that made this most unusual sound. And another thing, I don’r recall seeing any traffic lights in Delores Hidalgo. Maybe they could use a couple of Colville’s roundabouts.

Well I finally left Delores Hildago for home and I must say the bus trip back was much less interesting than the inbound one…thank goodness. Once home I spent much of the evening just getting caught up on email, updating the blog and making a few phone calls to people at home. Monday more than likely will be my last day in San Miguel de Allende. I will miss this place, but I know that I will be back.

Here are some pictures taken today

Hasta Manyana amigos – Roberto

After the whirlwind adventure in Guanajuato, a down day was in order. So when Nina and Paul invited Magali, Mike and myself to a potluck, I didn’t have to think twice to accept the offer. So around noon we took off by bus. My luck with busses has been spotty at best, and this trip was going to be one of those misadventures. Mike and Migalia, if you’re reading this, I take all the blame. I was getting a little over confident in my ability, a skill I think I perfected at horsetracks as I could always pick the fourth place horse. I’d like to place a vente peso bet on the number cinco bus to show. Lost again!!! Again …thank god for the taxi system.

Mike had gotten directions from Paul based on the bus ride. We were to get off at the end of the line, walk through a green gate and their house was in the middle. Coming in by taxi made it a bit more difficult but after a half hour of perserverance, we prevailed. Paul, and the three neighbor dogs were there to greet us. Mexican dogs are different, I’m not sure why, but I usually don’t come that close to being bitten. I guess next time I come down here I will need to learn a few spanish phrases to placate the dogs.

Nina and Paul are probably the most accomodating hosts that I ever met. They gave us a tour through their year old adobe hacienda. I don’t get overly excited about houses but this place was absolutely incredible. I’ve always like natural building materials and their home used a tasteful combination of tile, open beamed ceilings, built in cabinets made from bricks and adobe. They had wrought iron framed windows throughout the house, offering plenty of light. Much of the mexican lifestyle revolves around living outdoors and their home had amble outdoor spaces on all four corners of the home. I’m not in the business of repeating the financial details but I was absolutely floored on what it cost them to have this house custom built. As laborers only typically make ten dollars a day, you can to alot, for not alot of pesos.

Nina, the same women that took me shopping in the open market, is an incredible cook. She started dinner with an eggdrop zuchinni soup. For a main course she made a pasta from scratch and a sauce using fresh tomatoes from the market, cream, olive oil and a hint of spices. Absolutely wonderful. To top it off she made a pound cake that I had the previous week at Mikes. Thanks Nina and Paul for a wonderful day!!!

About sunset, Paul escorted us back to the bus stop. The bus must have travelled five miles through mexican neighborhoods on the east side of San Miguel. The ride was a great way to see how mexican families spend Saturday night. It’s absolutely amazing to see much of the mexican nightlife is on the sidewalks. It doesn’t really matter what time it is there is someone selling something, whether it be tacos or burittos, hamburguesa and papas or chicklettes, often until midnight.

I did do one thing that I regret. It was a culturally insensitive faux-pas and I knew better. A young girl of about five approaced the three of us, selling some kind of candy. I asked her “quanto questa”, how much? Her answer was “tres para cinco pesos” three for five pesos. I gave her five pesos and promptly recieved three packages of gum. I then without thinking took out my camera and took a picture of her. Just as I was doing that , a young mexican man passed behind me saying something about me being a jerk. It turns out behind the young girl was an old lady, probably a grandmother, with her face covered with a dark shawl, her back against the adobe wall. It turns out that street people are sensitive to having their pictures taken. I know that no one will read this, but I am sorry if anyone was offended and vow never to do this again. I deleted the picture.

Tomorrow I begin my journey back to Puerta Vallarta, in preparaton for return flight to Seattle on Wednesday. I’m debating on taking a different route, through Ziwataneo, on the Pacific Coast, about two hundred miles south of Puerta Vallarta.

Not a great picturesque day..but pictures non the less

It’s Valentines Day…and I don’t have a sweetheart. Too bad nobody feels sorry for me. On the bright side Magali gave me a heart-shaped sucker this morning, so at least I feel a bit better. So rather than being depressed, Mike and I headed into town early afternoon. Waiting at the bus stop, we met Mike’s neighbor Larry, a retired bankruptcy attorney from Florida. Once we got into town he treated us to a taxi ride into our favorite hangout- Cafe Etc. We must have talked for the better part of two hours about a variety of topics. I think I might have got a job out of this building a website for the sale of his hacienda. While there Paul, my favorite American Ex-pat dropped in and added to a already wonderful conversation.

Mike and I excused ourselfs around 3:30 and did some shopping at the downtown Mercado. This was the market I tried to find earlier in the week. There is some absolutely wonderful crafts here. Several booths had brightly covered ceramics from Delores Hidalgo, a small town about twenty miles north of where I’m staying. Wonderful men and women’s cotton shirts, woolen blankets and handicrafts and many other wearable goods were found thoughout. Most things here are probably a third the cost you’d find in the states. I bought a few gifts and Mike bought a few groceries and we were off.

While we were at Cafe Etc, Paul invited Mike and myself out for a drink at one of the local watering holes. So we decided to see if Barbara was at the hostel across from Cafe Etc. She was and she readily agreed to join us. We met up with Paul and Nina outside the restaurant, but Nina wasn’t feeling well, so just Barbara, Mike and myself went inside. Being that it was Valentine’s
Day there was a certain festivity in the air. Strolling musicians were entertaining and we decided to have them play a song for us. I love the song they played but not speaking spanish I’m not sure what the title was. It’s either “One Ton Romero” or maybe “Won Ton Romero”. So maybe it was a song about a very large Mexican man who immigrated from China….or not! Anyway it was very entertaining. After we finished our drinks we agreed to head back to the town center and watch the tourists and townsfolk.

Mike told me there are about 200 celibrations in San Miguel de Allende. I don’t know if Valentines day is one of those but the town center was as lively as I’d ever seen it. The place was packed with teens and the elderly, mariachi bands and of course, tourists. It was pretty magical. After about an hour, we walked Barbara back to her place and Mike and I beelined for the bus station. We went up to the window to buy our ticket home and the agent said something that Mike fortunately understood. Next second we were racing out the door chasing a bus down. The driver reluctantly let us on and soon we were home.

Another magical day in San Miguel de Allende. Today I’m heading to Guanajuato to do a little sightseeing. I’ve uploaded the pictures but for some reason the titles were all screwy. I will fix them later.

Here is a link to the Pictures from today

This has been a real down day. I decided to catch up on some things and stay close to the nest. One of chores was to get more pictures online using Picassa and web albums. It’s a fairly easy process but with 130+ pictures it’s a bit of a task. As time allows I will continue to move the blog from http://bob.ravet.googlepages.com/adventureswithbob to http://www.adventureswithbob.com/ have about 23 more days of daily postings to move and probably 300 to 400 pictures…but hey..you guys and girls are worth it!!!

Might not even post anything other than this on the blog unless something important happens…its 7pm…and it looks unlikely. Did help Mike with setting up some recording software. I wish he’d cut another album as it’s been over 10 years since he did the first one. Oh…and washed some clothes and hung them up on the clothesline…they dry in about an hour. Ok…thats enough.
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Maybe today would be a good day to reflect on some of my observations.
Here they are in no particular order:

On public bathrooms – Almost all bathrooms here are pay-to-use unless they’re in a restaurant or large department store. If you are easily grosssed out…step away now. No toilet papers is to be flushed down the toilet if there is a waste basket next to it. Undoing 54 years of habit is near impossible, but I’m making small gains.

On the bus system in general – in a previous life’s this guys (I never saw a women busdriver nor has anyone else) were all gladiators in the roman empire. Their ruthless, agressive driving is better than any amusement ride. Lines are merely suggestion, as are speed limits. I also recommend they put a seat cushion on the steering wheels, as most the time they are sitting on the horn…must get bonus points this way!!! The other thing that really bothers me, they all have gigantic, large as life, crucifixes somewhere nailed near to the window, probably in the line of vision, that must act as some unseen insurance policy.

More on buses in Mexico – there are no maps or time tables, no speed limits or rules, all tourists are fare game, where bonus points can be made by dropping them as far away from their intended destination as humanly possible, and I know for a fact they all speak perfect english, but never around americans.

On the dogs of Mexico – never in my life have I ever seen such ragtag assortment of critters. But the strange thing is, they all look like they’ve been eating well, even the ones that I’ve seen on the roofs of many houses. Not sure how a rotwieller or a german shepherd on a roof is going to prevent a burglary, unless they have great leaping power. And in the land of Chihuahua’s I’ve only seen several…always wearing a nice cutesy-wootsy sweater. How absolutey charming…and riduculous. Of course I’m a little jaded as I’ve been only been bitten twice by dogs , once by a Chihuahua with an attitude and another I’m had a little Chihuahua blood in it, just the right enough amount to make it rabid.

Those that know me, know I have an opinion about absolutely everything. Now, here’s your chance to find out what my opinion is about anything having to do with Mexico. I’m far from being an authority, but that’s never stopped me before. Be sure to post your question under the comment section. I will be sure to get back to you right away. As soon as I finish that last bootle of Corona!

Until tomorrow!!!

Here’s a link to the homepage that I use:
iGoogle
It’s great because you can customize it with 100’s of different gadgets. Also you can have different tabbed homepages based on your interests. I have often been referred to as the google poster boy, as I used to write a series of tech tip for a monthly regional and about every other article was about google. That all changed when I happened to be down in Mountain View California and stopped by their mammouth headquarters and couldn’t get a single soveneer. They told me to go online…pfffttt!!!