The story of how I acquired a 45+ admirer

The first day of our Basaseachi adventure included a trip to a restaurant in search of sustenance. This restaurant included extremely low ceilings, NEON NEON NEON yellow-and-green walls, and entertainers. The entertainers included three tone deaf men in matching blue outfits, with an accordion, and two guitars. They got up and posted themselves squarely in one corner, and began the serenade.

They were show-stoppers, that’s for sure. My grandpa told us to applaud, and me, believing that everyone deserves the chance at an enthusiastic audience, applauded like I’d just heard Taylor Swift, and flashed them my most winning smile. Apparently, this was encouragement enough, so they decided to mix it up a bit with some killer dance moves:

I applauded once again, and smiled even wider- who couldn’t? They were so funny! This was fuel for more dancing, and then I realized a peculiar pattern. Whenever I looked down to eat, (their fries were really good) or to talk to Geneal, they would stop dancing. Then I’d look back up, and the accordion dude (I’ll call him Javier) would start dancing as well as could be expected from one lugging an accordion. Was he… Flirting?
Alright, buddy.
Two can play that game.
So I tossed my hair, smiled, giggled, applied lipgloss, and played it as flirty as I could- it’s not like he would ask me for my number, anyway. Might as well have oodles of fun. And boy howdy, he lapped it up like a kitten to milk! His dancing got more frequent, and soon he started winking and waving and throwing words out into the song like “amor”, and “corazon”, and stuff like that. It was the most fun I’d had in a while. Then we left, Geneal and I giggling furiously.
Sometimes being an American girl has its perks. ;^)

-DQ#1

The story of how I acquired a 45+ admirer

The first day of our Basaseachi adventure included a trip to a restaurant in search of sustenance. This restaurant included extremely low ceilings, NEON NEON NEON yellow-and-green walls, and entertainers. The entertainers included three tone deaf men in matching blue outfits, with an accordion, and two guitars. They got up and posted themselves squarely in one corner, and began the serenade.

They were show-stoppers, that’s for sure. My grandpa told us to applaud, and me, believing that everyone deserves the chance at an enthusiastic audience, applauded like I’d just heard Taylor Swift, and flashed them my most winning smile. Apparently, this was encouragement enough, so they decided to mix it up a bit with some killer dance moves:

I applauded once again, and smiled even wider- who couldn’t? They were so funny! This was fuel for more dancing, and then I realized a peculiar pattern. Whenever I looked down to eat, (their fries were really good) or to talk to Geneal, they would stop dancing. Then I’d look back up, and the accordion dude (I’ll call him Javier) would start dancing as well as could be expected from one lugging an accordion. Was he… Flirting?
Alright, buddy.
Two can play that game.
So I tossed my hair, smiled, giggled, applied lipgloss, and played it as flirty as I could- it’s not like he would ask me for my number, anyway. Might as well have oodles of fun. And boy howdy, he lapped it up like a kitten to milk! His dancing got more frequent, and soon he started winking and waving and throwing words out into the song like “amor”, and “corazon”, and stuff like that. It was the most fun I’d had in a while. Then we left, Geneal and I giggling furiously.
Sometimes being an American girl has its perks. ;^)

-DQ#1

Dear Julia…. (part 4)

Tonight is a tradition, of sorts. Tonight we will have the Ceremonial Sacrifice Of The Wild Goat. We’ll catch one of the Wild Goats that live on The Mountain behind The House. Each of us will pat The Goat three times, and then we’ll place it on The Grill. Afterward, we will eat The Wild Goat, and do a rain dance around The Grill.
Wish you were Here!

-DQ#1

p.s.
Just kidding. Wild goats do NOT live on that mountain- trust me. No, tonight is a different tradition. Tonight we will have a giant barbecue and invite the whole village practically to our house to partake of some hamburgers and good company. I really like having a big meal outdoors, because it is almost always lovely weather, and just plain fun. This is where I really start missing you, Julia. This would have been so much fun. I mean, I’ve missed you like crazy this whole time, but this is just… Kinda sad, honestly. Oh well. But sigh no more, because I, DQ#1 The Great, am coming home tomorrow!! And we can chat! And I can charge my camera! Life is good.
Ta,

-DQ#1

Dear Julia…. (part 4)

Tonight is a tradition, of sorts. Tonight we will have the Ceremonial Sacrifice Of The Wild Goat. We’ll catch one of the Wild Goats that live on The Mountain behind The House. Each of us will pat The Goat three times, and then we’ll place it on The Grill. Afterward, we will eat The Wild Goat, and do a rain dance around The Grill.
Wish you were Here!

-DQ#1

p.s.
Just kidding. Wild goats do NOT live on that mountain- trust me. No, tonight is a different tradition. Tonight we will have a giant barbecue and invite the whole village practically to our house to partake of some hamburgers and good company. I really like having a big meal outdoors, because it is almost always lovely weather, and just plain fun. This is where I really start missing you, Julia. This would have been so much fun. I mean, I’ve missed you like crazy this whole time, but this is just… Kinda sad, honestly. Oh well. But sigh no more, because I, DQ#1 The Great, am coming home tomorrow!! And we can chat! And I can charge my camera! Life is good.
Ta,

-DQ#1

Dear Julia… (parts 2&3)

WARNING: MAY GET LONG.
Oh, Julia. So much has gone on these past few days, I’m not sure I can write it all down. But I’ll try, because me, being the Einsteinette that we all know and (hopefully) love, forgot my camera charger. So it died. BUT not before I took some amazing pictures! It was quite surprising, really. Who knew that once my photographer-brain is turned on, it can’t turn back off? Anyway, I took so many pictures, that I’m going to have to sort them all out according to color on my photography blog- just so people aren’t overwhelmed with my inability to let a good shot pass me by. I really should take photography classes.
Moving on.
We drove to Basacheachi on Wednesday, and lemme tell ya, I didn’t think we’d EVER GET OUT OF THOSE MOUNTAINS. Ugh, it was horrid. Winding, winding, winding. It’s lucky no one barfed all over the car. In fact, no one even got carsick. Prayers really are answered, Julia. Whenever you’re in doubt, read that part right there, and it will be reaffirmed to you. :^)
So.. The waterfall was breathtaking. No, literally. It took our breath AWAY. Why? Because we freaking had to walk down a 12093847340 degree incline just to get a better view. If it had side rails and wasn’t made of stone, it could be a thrilling slide. But no, we had to walk down that thing, and what hikes down, must hike up. It. Was. A. Nightmare. But for some reason I couldn’t stop laughing hysterically. Probably due to all the adults almost having strokes due to the climb back up. Bwahaha. We got back up just in time for it to start drizzling, but we had to stay put because the other carfull of people weren’t back yet. A movie and several snacks later, we had to warm up a little frozen 3-year-old who had gotten caught in the rain on the hike. I felt so bad for him, and when his daddy finally got back, he had a fever. (for the record, he wasn’t a stranger-boy. My aunt’s in law’s came with us, and he’s their son.)
We traversed back through the mountains at last, in search of  a hotel and some food. Who knew Creel-the town-could be so big? Certainly not me. We ended up in a neon-yellow restaraunt with very low ceilings, and it was quite fun- especially when some tune-deaf people came in and started singing and playing guitars/accordions. Then it got even more fun, because the accordion dude hit on me majorly!
The next day, we explored for a bit and went to Copper Canyon-the Grand Canyon of Mexico. I think I like this one better, because things actually GREW in that canyon, making it ten times more beautiful. Then we went on a cable-car, and lemme tell ya… Coolest. ride. ever. Like, wow it was cool.
Then we began homeward, and disaster struck. A flat tire. We pulled over, and got that fixed, and we went to the store. Mango nectar is now my fave- so very yummilicious. We kept on going after the repair, and we watched another movie in the car. Then disaster struck again- this time in the form of Montezuma’s Revenge, aka, The Runs. A member of the other car had to make an emergency stop at some stranger’s house in order to relieve himself.
We waited 20 minutes.
Back on the road again, we drove for 40 more minutes when he had to stop again. On the side of the road. So us, being the polite little caravan we were, stopped to wait for them. We stargazed on the road, and even though it wasn’tthe most ideal circumstance, it was a beautiful night. We got started again, after 20 more minutes, and ten minutes or so down the road, things got even worse. The same tire was flat. Again. So we waited even longer. We had to make one more stop down the road, and finally arrived back in Colonia Juarez at 12:37 a.m. We were so exhausted, it was all we could do to just walk in the front door. I (gratefully) got in bed, and then the roof started leaking. On my suitcase.
Needless to say, life wasn’t the best last night, but it was sure worth it!
Pictures soon, my dearest!
Love,

-DQ#1

Dear Julia… (parts 2&3)

WARNING: MAY GET LONG.
Oh, Julia. So much has gone on these past few days, I’m not sure I can write it all down. But I’ll try, because me, being the Einsteinette that we all know and (hopefully) love, forgot my camera charger. So it died. BUT not before I took some amazing pictures! It was quite surprising, really. Who knew that once my photographer-brain is turned on, it can’t turn back off? Anyway, I took so many pictures, that I’m going to have to sort them all out according to color on my photography blog- just so people aren’t overwhelmed with my inability to let a good shot pass me by. I really should take photography classes.
Moving on.
We drove to Basacheachi on Wednesday, and lemme tell ya, I didn’t think we’d EVER GET OUT OF THOSE MOUNTAINS. Ugh, it was horrid. Winding, winding, winding. It’s lucky no one barfed all over the car. In fact, no one even got carsick. Prayers really are answered, Julia. Whenever you’re in doubt, read that part right there, and it will be reaffirmed to you. :^)
So.. The waterfall was breathtaking. No, literally. It took our breath AWAY. Why? Because we freaking had to walk down a 12093847340 degree incline just to get a better view. If it had side rails and wasn’t made of stone, it could be a thrilling slide. But no, we had to walk down that thing, and what hikes down, must hike up. It. Was. A. Nightmare. But for some reason I couldn’t stop laughing hysterically. Probably due to all the adults almost having strokes due to the climb back up. Bwahaha. We got back up just in time for it to start drizzling, but we had to stay put because the other carfull of people weren’t back yet. A movie and several snacks later, we had to warm up a little frozen 3-year-old who had gotten caught in the rain on the hike. I felt so bad for him, and when his daddy finally got back, he had a fever. (for the record, he wasn’t a stranger-boy. My aunt’s in law’s came with us, and he’s their son.)
We traversed back through the mountains at last, in search of  a hotel and some food. Who knew Creel-the town-could be so big? Certainly not me. We ended up in a neon-yellow restaraunt with very low ceilings, and it was quite fun- especially when some tune-deaf people came in and started singing and playing guitars/accordions. Then it got even more fun, because the accordion dude hit on me majorly!
The next day, we explored for a bit and went to Copper Canyon-the Grand Canyon of Mexico. I think I like this one better, because things actually GREW in that canyon, making it ten times more beautiful. Then we went on a cable-car, and lemme tell ya… Coolest. ride. ever. Like, wow it was cool.
Then we began homeward, and disaster struck. A flat tire. We pulled over, and got that fixed, and we went to the store. Mango nectar is now my fave- so very yummilicious. We kept on going after the repair, and we watched another movie in the car. Then disaster struck again- this time in the form of Montezuma’s Revenge, aka, The Runs. A member of the other car had to make an emergency stop at some stranger’s house in order to relieve himself.
We waited 20 minutes.
Back on the road again, we drove for 40 more minutes when he had to stop again. On the side of the road. So us, being the polite little caravan we were, stopped to wait for them. We stargazed on the road, and even though it wasn’tthe most ideal circumstance, it was a beautiful night. We got started again, after 20 more minutes, and ten minutes or so down the road, things got even worse. The same tire was flat. Again. So we waited even longer. We had to make one more stop down the road, and finally arrived back in Colonia Juarez at 12:37 a.m. We were so exhausted, it was all we could do to just walk in the front door. I (gratefully) got in bed, and then the roof started leaking. On my suitcase.
Needless to say, life wasn’t the best last night, but it was sure worth it!
Pictures soon, my dearest!
Love,

-DQ#1

Dear Julia… (part 1)

Since my dearest, darlingest Julia is unable to accompany me to Mexico this time around, I’m going to post some pictures every day of where we are and what we’re doing, so she’ll be, in a way, included in this vacation! So without further ado, I present the first in a mini-series I like to call Dear Julia!
Dear Julia,

 This is the house, it is a lovely house, and it also happens to be where I am staying.
 This is a patio, it is a lovely patio, and it is where we have barbecues.
 This is a porch swing, it is a lovely porch swing, and it is where we sit.
 This is The Hill, it is a lovely The Hill, and this is where we relax under a big shady tree.
 This is a swingset, it is a lovely swingset, and it is where we… You guessed it… Swing.
 This is the tramp, it is a lovely tramp, and it is where we jump.
 This is the teeter-totter, it is a lovely teeter-totter, and it is where we fall off and hurt our heads.
 This is a cornfield and the Giant Swing, and it is where we gather corn and swing to new heights.

 This is the view from outside the front door. It is a lovely place.


-DQ#1 
Stay tuned for more, Julia!! It will be faboo!!

Dear Julia… (part 1)

Since my dearest, darlingest Julia is unable to accompany me to Mexico this time around, I’m going to post some pictures every day of where we are and what we’re doing, so she’ll be, in a way, included in this vacation! So without further ado, I present the first in a mini-series I like to call Dear Julia!
Dear Julia,

 This is the house, it is a lovely house, and it also happens to be where I am staying.
 This is a patio, it is a lovely patio, and it is where we have barbecues.
 This is a porch swing, it is a lovely porch swing, and it is where we sit.
 This is The Hill, it is a lovely The Hill, and this is where we relax under a big shady tree.
 This is a swingset, it is a lovely swingset, and it is where we… You guessed it… Swing.
 This is the tramp, it is a lovely tramp, and it is where we jump.
 This is the teeter-totter, it is a lovely teeter-totter, and it is where we fall off and hurt our heads.
 This is a cornfield and the Giant Swing, and it is where we gather corn and swing to new heights.

 This is the view from outside the front door. It is a lovely place.


-DQ#1 
Stay tuned for more, Julia!! It will be faboo!!

Our trip in pictures.

What did we do last week? Well, we:

 Traveled through clouds of forest fire smoke,
 Drank a jar of pickle juice,
 Took some lovely naps in the car,
 Played Uno out the wazzoo,
 Avoided a pesky stray horse,
 Made a new friend,
 Caught a dead spider out of the pool,
 Frolicked with an obscenely large umbrella,

 Had a bad hair day,

 Played on this thingy,
 Drank some agua de melon,
 Tried some fabulicious glasses,
 Inflated balloons,
 Experienced a hand dryer,

 Appreciated the lush scenery,
 Made it back to AZ!!

 Enjoyed our flowing curves (this is for you, Julia!!)
 Grabbed a bite to eat,
 And then… WE SAW…
THE
THING!!!
 An ancient tractor. Still works.
 “Don’t laugh at this, you may look even worse someday”. The estimated cost to get this truck up and running again was about $120,000 I think. Or more.

 Carriage thingy
 Cute car.
 This is a gun from Spain, made in 1654.
 These were all real antiques from the little museum… leading up to…

 It was a real dead mummy!! (not real-live. Gross!) It was holding a mummified baby, too, so we figure it was a mother. (Or…snicker… a Mummy!)

Then we played Mexicans. Fun, fun!

-DQ#1

Our trip in pictures.

What did we do last week? Well, we:

 Traveled through clouds of forest fire smoke,
 Drank a jar of pickle juice,
 Took some lovely naps in the car,
 Played Uno out the wazzoo,
 Avoided a pesky stray horse,
 Made a new friend,
 Caught a dead spider out of the pool,
 Frolicked with an obscenely large umbrella,

 Had a bad hair day,

 Played on this thingy,
 Drank some agua de melon,
 Tried some fabulicious glasses,
 Inflated balloons,
 Experienced a hand dryer,

 Appreciated the lush scenery,
 Made it back to AZ!!

 Enjoyed our flowing curves (this is for you, Julia!!)
 Grabbed a bite to eat,
 And then… WE SAW…
THE
THING!!!
 An ancient tractor. Still works.
 “Don’t laugh at this, you may look even worse someday”. The estimated cost to get this truck up and running again was about $120,000 I think. Or more.

 Carriage thingy
 Cute car.
 This is a gun from Spain, made in 1654.
 These were all real antiques from the little museum… leading up to…

 It was a real dead mummy!! (not real-live. Gross!) It was holding a mummified baby, too, so we figure it was a mother. (Or…snicker… a Mummy!)

Then we played Mexicans. Fun, fun!

-DQ#1