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These stories are scattered over many years, many subjects, and are in no particular order.

Some are lighthearted jaunts. Some, a bit more serious. You can begin in the middle, end, or beginning. It doesn’t matter. Some can be read in three minutes, other may take a half hour. Some are expanded versions of writings from the Mazatlán Messenger, where, here, I don’t have the constraints of word count or language or political correctness. Others have never, in any version, appeared anywhere before. The dates next to the stories are when they happened. I have written it all down over the past ten years or so.

When I sent this to my editor, she suggested that Coconut Telegraph and Bravo!? might not be appropriate here as they may be too serious and don’t express the typical, mostly lighthearted, cavorting and tomfoolery filtering through most of the other tales.  In a rare spate of acting on advice, I toned them down a bit – yet, while still not listening to her completely, included them anyway. I added a final story full of irreverent humor to lighten up the final pages.

As mentioned, experiences in Mexico, as everywhere, are often filled with ecstatic highs and gut-wrenching lows.