El Maz Chingon
I’ve come to notice that my reflections upon events in my life tend to be a year after the fact – after the daily grind has been re-introduced, after I’ve beat the dead horse of opinion by way of, “My trip to Mexico was the greatest experience in my life.” …and it was.
“Ay ay ay mamá por Dios, por Dios que borracho vengo…”
A year ago today I was in beautiful Mazatlan, Sinaloa – MEXICO… I gotta say, I miss it to no end. I miss the food, the beach, the sunsets, the people, my people. I miss the $1 Pacificos, I miss the fresas from D.F. talking about the night before, I miss falling asleep and waking up to the sound of the ocean, I miss the mid-day hustle and bustle of the 3rd world sort. I miss being homesick.
“Me dicen enamorado, pero de eso nada tengo…”
Like Sinaloa, there is no other… there is no other place on earth where Mangos taste better, while watching the sun give birth to the night… this is the place where our skyline gently holds the Pacific Ocean as does a mother her newborn. This is where heaven grazes earth right before midnight and worry is all nonsense.
“Soy de mero Sinaloa, donde se rompen las olas...”
My reflection causes my heart to ache a little bit – kind of like when you think about your first kiss and realize you’ll never have that experience again – the innocent nature of discovering something new, beautiful, and gone. The only difference is that new “victims” are easier to come by, yet the breaking of the seal is gone forever.
“Ay ay ay mama por Dios!”
So as I get ready for work in the morning, I will reflect on this paradise, my experience, and of how I will never be the same because of it. I will iron my shirt, put on my tie, prepare my coffee… but just before I open my front door, I will close my eyes and listen to the waves crashing, smell the salt water, taste the Mangos, and ultimately feel Mazatlan… with a smirk on my face and a slightly rejuvenated soul.
El Sinaloense por corazon,
- Lucio
“Ay ay ay mamá por Dios, por Dios que borracho vengo…”
A year ago today I was in beautiful Mazatlan, Sinaloa – MEXICO… I gotta say, I miss it to no end. I miss the food, the beach, the sunsets, the people, my people. I miss the $1 Pacificos, I miss the fresas from D.F. talking about the night before, I miss falling asleep and waking up to the sound of the ocean, I miss the mid-day hustle and bustle of the 3rd world sort. I miss being homesick.
“Me dicen enamorado, pero de eso nada tengo…”
Like Sinaloa, there is no other… there is no other place on earth where Mangos taste better, while watching the sun give birth to the night… this is the place where our skyline gently holds the Pacific Ocean as does a mother her newborn. This is where heaven grazes earth right before midnight and worry is all nonsense.
“Soy de mero Sinaloa, donde se rompen las olas...”
My reflection causes my heart to ache a little bit – kind of like when you think about your first kiss and realize you’ll never have that experience again – the innocent nature of discovering something new, beautiful, and gone. The only difference is that new “victims” are easier to come by, yet the breaking of the seal is gone forever.
“Ay ay ay mama por Dios!”
So as I get ready for work in the morning, I will reflect on this paradise, my experience, and of how I will never be the same because of it. I will iron my shirt, put on my tie, prepare my coffee… but just before I open my front door, I will close my eyes and listen to the waves crashing, smell the salt water, taste the Mangos, and ultimately feel Mazatlan… with a smirk on my face and a slightly rejuvenated soul.
El Sinaloense por corazon,
- Lucio
posted by Lucio Rodriguez at 12:32 AM
4 Comments:
Great imagery in the piece, while I'm not from there, the sentiment therein is universal. It made me remember my home state and camping trips on the Eastern shore...the quiet...the velvet blackness of the nights there...and the feeling that the concept of a city was a foregone conclusion...it's only when you come back home to a crowded metropolis that you remember such things but quickly forget them, to whit: nice wordage...glad to see you're posting again...Laters
Wow that’s magical. In planning for next year’s trip, Mazatlan is now at the top of my list. How influential good writing can be. This piece took me away, it felt nice to escape this office in the busy Downtown LA, even if just for a moment. I love your writing Louie! ~xoxo~
excellent, son. truly. i love the idea of missing the feeling of being homesick. yes, yes, good to see you have gotten at it again here and there.
Mazatlan brother is gorgeous! Breakfast at Panchos by the beach. Seafood for lunch at the Mercado, and dinner at Panama near the Fabricas de Francia. It was only 3 weeks ago that i left for 2 weeks. I'm already planning a return trip.
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