Jimi has always been a bit of a Zihuatanejo legend. Starting when he and wife Judy came to Zihuatanejo at the invitation of Guitarfest and never turned back. Jimi plays, blues, soul, and rock and role from it’s heydays of the 50’s and 60’s into the 2000’s and still draws a crowd. It’s the music we grew up with and many believe, as I do, we had the best music ever.
Wednesday night a film crew was here from California to complete a documentary about the music scene in the North Beach area of San Francisco which Jimi was a big part of.
North Beach was the “happening place” with great clubs that gave many a star their start. Places like The Hungry I, and the Purple Onion, Big Al’s and of course the Condor, famous for Carol Doda who originated topless dancing. It was also the home of the Keene Art Gallery among others. An exciting vibrant place during simpler times. My sister was a chorus girl, dancing at Bimbo’s 365 club the summer of 61.
I grew up in a small town 40 Miles north of San Francisco, and even though we were under age and couldn’t get in to many of the clubs it was still a thrill on a Saturday night to roam the streets of North Beach and listen from the sidewalks and alley ways.
I imagine only a small handfull of those musicians are still around and not many would still be playing. But here in Zihuatanejo we have had the pleasure of spending our winters listening and dancing to the music of our youth, with one of the greats, Jimi Mamou.
I would be remiss not to mention that not only has Jimi blessed this community with his music but he and Judy have been a vital part of the community, one of the original and continuing sponsors of Sailfest serving on boards and committees, working in the background helping to strengthen this community for all the citizens here.
I wrote this segment of my blog yesterday, had it all perfect. I was really pleased with it. Pictures were all in the right place except the very last one which I wanted to change out. Usually it says “remove picture”, but discard came up and logic said yes, I want to discard the picture. But it discarded the entire page not to be found again. I don’t enjoy rewriting what I have already written, I never think it is as good as the original. But my goal has been to try to publish at least once a week so here it is.
Expo Vino Zihua 2021 was held at the Mercadito Zanka this year, commonly called the food court. I think the venue worked great, it was spacious enough that you never felt crowded, set up well so there were never lines to wait in. Food was available from the Mercadito’s vendors, fans were placed all around the area, but it was still very warm as the event started at 4PM. I would have thought 7PM a better starting time as it begins to cool down then. But then I realized in future years I would simply wait until 7 to arrive as did many folks on this night.
The Wine Festival’s music was wonderful, this flute was my favorite, but he also sings and plays guitar. Later he was accompanied by a young lady. The main band didn’t start until 9 PM.
There appears to be a never ending supply of wines to taste and from all over the globe. California, South Africa, Australia, Argentina, Mexico, red wines, white wines sparkling wines which you tasted from the wine glass that you received upon entry. I was disappointed that the wine glass was plain without a logo as souvenir I mention to friends that I was sitting with that I would like to have one of the T-shirts’ the staff was wearing as they were a striking white on black shirt and would make an excellent souvenir. Shortly there after this kind, charming gentleman came back with one of the shirts for me. I was ecstatic!
Loosely translated it says “age is only important if you are a cheese or a wine“. I just love it and believe it.
Lunches with friends, beach days, eating and swimming at Escollera’s, life in Mexico is vibrant, busy and filled with friends. I’m so happy to be here.
I attended a lovely birthday celebration at Puerto Paraiso on Playa Larga for Elizabeth Ashe ( in red). What a fun place, beautiful grounds, great pool, great food and of course fabulous company. I highly recommend spending an afternoon here.
On Monday my longtime friend Faye suggested we go to Espuma for breakfast. I’ve been hearing wonderful things about the breakfasts there. Espuma overlooks Zihuatanejo from the hill above La Ropa. The view is to die for and the food quite excellent.
Zihuatanejo is a paradise for those of us who have come to know and love her, but as in all places nothing is perfection and I had this come to me loud and noisy in the alley beside my apartment last night. I was reading late at night and I heard loud noise in the alleyway. Every night the folks whose homes are on this alleyway sack up their garbage and pile it neatly at the entrance to the alley for the garbage truck to pick up. My landlord is fastidious amount making sure it is stacked neatly, cardboard broken down every night. Just before midnight I heard a ruckus of crashing bottles and cans and a couple of loud voices. Looking out from my window there was a man and a young girl ripping open the bags and throwing the contents around. In a short amount of time they had ripped open every bag and strewn the contents all over the alley, took what they wanted and left. I stifled the urge to yell at them to go away, wondered why no neighbor came out to protest, even the neighborhood dog barked but didn’t show his face until it had quieted down. But this isn’t my country or culture so I remain an observer. I am aware there are people who live and raise and educate families at the dump living off discards, but there is far more dignity in that than what I witnessed last night. It looked like a pack of raccoons had had a picnic in the alley.
I was curious to see what the reaction of the nightly garbage collectors would be when they saw the mess as they were due momentarily. As they pulled up I heard one exclaim something alike “awww”, but quickly they came with rakes and boxes and had the mess loaded and gone with in 5 minutes. Quite impressive! So is Mexico! Signing off KO
Spent a lovely afternoon at Escondite Resort and Beach Club on Playa Blanca for lunch and a dip in the pool at the suggestion of my friend Faye, who is alway up for something or someplace new and interesting. A beautiful location, a lovely pool, although a bit awkward to get in and out for those of us who are no longer graceful and prefer something to hold on to until safely ensconced in the water. Had a nice lunch, relaxing and watching the waves roll in.
Walking the beach at La Ropa I enjoyed watching the “sand architects” and following a baby turtles trek in the sand towards the towards the sea. I was happy to see the turtle rescue efforts on La Ropa. I can’t help but think with so many people wanting to help the turtles their numbers will increase.
When I arrived from a very raining northwest in October I happily hung my sunshine flag off my balcony to celebrate the change in weather but now it is getting on to Thanksgiving Time so again the flag is changed. Signing off KO (tip: tap the small pictures to enlarge)
IT’S JUST LUNCH
I love the big chair and the oversized swing along the pathway to Playa La Madera. Great photo opportunities. Playa La Madera is one of my favorite places for ocean swimming, but the waves seem bigger than last year. Hope they will settle down a bit as the season progresses.
At Playa La Madera my favorite place to eat is Maderas Restaurante where I enjoyed a great “fish ball” soup. Consistently good service and good food. I also like their onion rings, it’s a big enough serving to call it lunch in it’s self.
I have been enjoying a weekly “girls lunch bunch” at TaTa’s where the kabobs come highly recommended. Met several new faces, enjoyed lively conversation with group of very interesting ladies. But yesterday Mother Nature entertained us with an impromptu turtle release.
Right beside our table a tiny turtle poked it’s head up through the sand, someone quickly noticed it and gently started scraping the sand away, just a little bit at a time. A bucket of seawater was brought forth and as the hatchlings fought their way out of the sand they were deposited in the bucket.
In less than 20 minutes the nest had emptied itself and the bucket of swimming baby turtles was delivered to the edge of the bay were they begin their perilous journey to the ocean. If those that are female survive, a few years down the road they will return to that same spot to lay their eggs and the cycle start all over. I think the survival rate is about 1 in 100, very small but one can hope that some of this bunch may make it.
Signing off KO
THE TRILOGY OF DIA DE LOS MUERTOS
October 31 commonly called Halloween, is actually “All Hallows Eve” the time to begin preparations for the days that follow. The children here in Mexico dress in mostly macabre costumes and run from business to bar to restaurant singing “Halloween, Halloween’ while holding out their sacks for candy treats.
November 1st is “All Saint’s Day, a religious Holy Day of Obligation. It is a time to revere the Saints and pray to them for all the souls still in purgatory. Alters are erected to pay homage to departed loved ones. Favorite foods, flowers and pictures are displayed in the alter.
November 2nd is All Souls’ Day, graveyards and grave stones have been decorated and it is a time to commune with loved ones whose spirit is believed to be with you at this time. It is a time to celebrate their lives not morn them,
It is also the day of the parade of Catrinas and Zihuatanejo did it up royal, unfortunately the route of the parade remained a mystery until late in the day. It was a huge event, complete with no crowd control but I did manage to get a couple of pictures.
Over the last few days I’ve been at odds with WordPress as I couldn’t get anything to up load. If they had just sent me a bill instead of cutting me off it would have been so much easier. Anyway all is well and from now on I can be more timely. Signing off KO
This fall celebration is a fun time in Zihuatanejo beginning with All Hallows’ Eve, which we North American types call Halloween. So on October 31 the children dress in Macabre costumes and as darkness descends they run from business to business, bars and restaurants with sacks held up hoping for candy singing out Halloween, Halloween.
All Saints Day is a day of Holy Obligation for the Roman Catholic population, a day to pray to the saints in heaven and for the souls still in purgatory. It’s a day to prepare ones alter to past loved ones and make their favorite foods, and to decorate the graveyards.
All Souls’ Day day is a time to reflect on ones departed love ones, to celebrate their lives, but not morn them, to honor them with alters displaying favorite foods and drink and commune with them believing their spirits are with you.
The Mexican people do know how to celebrate, loud and colorful. Here in Zihuatanejo they have a large parade of the the Catrins and Catrinas . These are the skeleton folks with beautifully, delicately painted faces. Throw in a couple of floats, a pair of Catrins and Catrinas on horse back and no crowd control and don’t advertise the route, but everyone knew where it would end, and you have a wonderful Mexican style celebration that everyone enjoyed and still managed to got home safely,
Still fighting with getting pictures placed, finally able to get these placed and can only hope they post. Signing off KO
Monday tho 25th, Zihuatanejo, took a full on hit from Hurricane Rick a category 2 hurricane.My plane hit Zihuatanejo soil just about 12 hours later and the disaster was evident, but the clean up was well on it’s way.
Huge tree;s with root balls the size of small Volkswagens were blown over. Large signs and bill boards bent and twisted. And the nice couple who stay on the 3rd floor of my building were rudely awakened when the roof blew off in the early hours of Tuesday morning soaking their apartment and all that was in it. They are now residing across the street while the landlord finishes the repairs that have already begun
I am still in the process of “settling in, Not only unpacking my suit cases and finding places for everything but also locating every thing you put away during your absence, connecting up WiFi, TV and a Magic Jack phone. Still working on the phone and TV.
Made a quick run to the Mega Soriana’s for the basic groceries. There it was obvious that folks had prepared for the storm and that supplies have and will be delayed partially due to the road to Acapulco being closed. The store stocks just about everything one needs, maybe some different brands and many familiar, but a block of cheddar cheese can be hard to come The solution is Adapt!!! Today I’ll go to the Mercado Publico for fruit and veggies, eggs and fish But first a stop at Waldo’s, Zihuatanejo’s answer to the $ store. I need to buy reading glasses as I believe I left my prescription ones at the hotel in LA. I called the hotel from the airport as soon as I noticed the glasses MIA, the front desk gave me a code for their hotel to enter into a site called “I Left My Stuff” and that house keeping would take care of it from there and mail them to my home address if found. If you don’t have a code you can look up your hotel by name. Who knew! Signing off KO
I always think I am well organized have have mu ducks in a row, but I don’t. My ducks just don’t behave as I expected.I get to Seattle no problem even though it is during the time the “bomb cyclone” is hitting our area, but we are on the outer edges and I don’t loose power at my house until i am in the Airport. So no problem for me, my daughter will have to handle it as she and her cat live there now. Once I’ve checked in and take off my sweater to go go through TSA i notice the back of it is full of cat hair. Ok go buy a lint roller at the airport store.
Next stop is breakfast and a Bloody Mary and I will sleep like a baby on the plane. Flight is uneventful, I ordered there cheese and fruit box and decide to tuck it in my back pack for later as I am not hungry. I collect my baggage and head out to the hotel van pick up area only to discover it looks different and after waiting quite a while for the shuttle and don’t see any and Call the hotel and learn it is now located on the departure level one floor up. My feet are already cold, my back pack is feeling heavier by the minute and one of my m suitcases appears to have bent a wheel and isn’t cooperating in forward movement. I was assured the shuttle van would be clearly marked La Quinta Inn. Well it is but above La Quinta is Holiday Inn which might be the reason I missed one and waited and hour for the next one. Once picked up I was unceremoniously let off in the parking garage of La Quinta with no directions to the lobby. My searching with wobbly luggage. My room was nice, modest, but nice neither lamp by the bedside worked and water was slooow to heat up in the morning. But here I am at the airport ready to fly to Zihuatanejo only to discover I had left my glasses behind on the bed on the hotel. I called them, filled out the “Ileftmystuff” app and they should be mailed to my home. So I will need to pick up readers or refill my prescription which expires in one week or have my eyes rechecked. Either way I don’t care I will be warm and happy in Zihuatanejo by afternoon. Signing off KO
PS be kind about my editing and correcting, remember no glasses.