Rocky Point- Sol, Mar, Familia, y Musica

Not all was perfect in paradise, however.  There aren’t that many people left in the world who know what trickster spirits are, let alone read their stories and try to use them in their work, so when you get two of that breed together the spirits seem to take notice.  

Sarahflo and I have been friends since 6th grade when we discovered that we live shockingly parallel lives.  Since then we have both moved to metropolises far from our southwestern roots and so don’t see each other as much as we would like.  But given that we both love Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, were both horrendously homesick for the southwest, were both tired of summer never seeming to arrive, and that a caravan to the annual Circus Mexicus concert in Rocky Point was forming (made up of my parents and some friends), we decided to join up and head south. 

credit Shari Bradbury

Well, the tricksters were apparently paying attention- although more perhaps to her than myself.  While the thunderstorms in Chicago only delayed me an hour they delayed her (being that she actually was IN Chicago) something like six.  

But we managed to meet up for late night burritos with my siblings (one of whom had just gotten engaged literally twenty minutes before), see another friend, get some scattered sleep, attend and clean up an engagement/going away party, and start driving south without further incident.   

Leaving us free to look forward to how we spend most of our time in Mexico

Mexico itself was absolutely wonderful, even if we did lose/break a signficant amount of things between the two of us.  Namely: one bathing suit (found only on the last day, after a replacement had already been purchased), one skirt (ripped by the Sarah while she was wearing it), one replacement bathing suit (the straps broke off), one climbing man ear cuff (lost whilst banana boating- the best five dollars I have spent in my LIFE), one extra life necklace (lost somewhere in JJ’s), one calligraphy pen (I have no idea where it is), and two partial sets of skin (burned to a crisp, although my sunburn is luckily located only on my back).  

But besides for the tricksters nothing went wrong.  The border was a cinch to get through, the huge Arizona wildfire didn’t make the slightest of appearances, and there was nothing in the way of the traditional media-scare redheaded Mexican stepchilds  (drugs, violence, chihuahuas, actually there may have been one chihuahua).  Not that I expected there to be any, I’ve actually never had a bad experience in Rocky Point. 

What’s that?  Oh right.  Time for my public service announcement.  *Ahem* 

People, you can get shot anywhere- and it’s just as likely you’ll be the victim of violence in parts of the United States.  Don’t let the fear of violence keep you away.  Go to Mexico.  It’s totally worth it. 

JJ’s Cantina- go there! credit SarahFlo Harmon

I’m completely serious. Everyone I met there was nice, the food was amazing (oh how I have missed good Sonoran style Mexican food), the weather was warm and sunny, the culture was old and interesting, things were cheap, and they really really can use our tourism dollars.  

Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers were as terrific as always, but they were even better given that I was seeing the concert with my parents and one of my very good friends,*  especially as their music usually makes me really miss the southwest and all my family and friends.  

Roger approves of attending his concerts with your family credit Shari Bradbury

Between my companions, the concert, the wonderful weather, and copious amounts of cerveza… it’s lucky I made it back at all.  And I may be bruised, battered, sleep deprived, and lacking jewelry, but I’ve soaked up enough sun and music and family to keep me going in the misty north-lands for awhile. 

Hasta luego México. 

*I still mourn the lack of the third member of our Trifecta, but alas, Heather had to go to a stinking job interview or something like that.