[meteorite-list] Re: wow what a time I am having

[MexicoDoug at aol.com]

Steve A. (Elgin, IL) wrote:
 
>Alot of it is wide open,especially by the ocean.I have gotten dark I  look 
>like the locals down here.Oh well 2 more days then back home.I have 
>13 new meteorites waiting for me when I get back home.It has been 90 
>or better everyday,the ocean at least 85 degrees as well.And oh my  god,
>all the pretty senoritas.That is a tale for another time.

>bye bye from mazatlan,steve
 
Hola List,
 
For all my list and brick and morter amigos who weren't missing me last  week 
not to hock some meteorites, or even not to chat about Pluto, I  
theoretically apologise and presume to you that it was vacation time, and  being stuck in 
Mexico everyday without international travel buck$, it was a  modest jaunt to 
the beach in the VW bug for a week.  
 
Unlike Steve of Elgin, there was no internet available nor desired, it was  
to an even warmer, with much fewer tourists (all were "locals").   Everyone was 
quite friendly and I acquired the name "camarón pescador" since I  hunted 
conchas chinas during the brief opportunities when the whirling  sand settled 
between the rambunctious waves on a momentarily crystal  bottom, and due to the 
fact that I didn't take to tanning as well as Steve  quoted above.  The ruddy 
Sunsets were as inviting as the green  coconuts were profuse and fattening 
(including whatever they were  lightly spiking them with: hopefully not grain from 
the local pharmacy).  
 
Different from the destinations of the rich, drunk and famous, the day  was 
right for rice, beans and fresh-fried huachinango with lettuce and  tomato, and 
the night for a favorite wine in tranquility.  Quiet, long,  safe walks far 
along the dark beaches yielded two nice fireballs gazing upward  near Scorpius; 
I had a LM of practically 5th magnitude sky (that is to die for  based on the 
home sky).  The Milky Way glistened above casting  suggestive starlit 
highlights upon the crashing waves of the  sea.  Clean, foamy trails spread about by 
the wake of the hypnotizing  crests upon lush beaches tickled a wanderer 
therapeutically and  delightfully in exchange for leaving footprints in the fluffy 
sands.   Like the astros above, some phosfluorescent miniature organisms lit 
entire  constellations before one's wondrous gaze, deposited in the sands, 
after  magically sparkling within the ebbs and reach of every  wave.
 
It wasn't so bad to miss the 10th planet by a few days, nor the Tour de  
Lance, but it's nice to be back (Did I' say "I'll be back:)")  As usual, it  was 
hard to pony up moments to take photos, but there were a few  exceptions, if 
anyone wants I'll shamelessly send or upload a couple to my  site on request.  
Saludos mexicanos, Doug