Welcome to Raicilla Dreams, please make yourself comfy....you will find many photos, anecdotes and tales of Yelapa told by amigos that lived there before electricity and before it was totally discovered by the tourist world. I welcome your own memories and photos.


Start at the very bottom with archives and work your way up if you want to follow the order I posted. Otherwise, just feel free to skip around and read what suits your fancy...faye

Monday, November 9, 2009

History Contributed by Leslie Korn

Soon after Janet and I arrived in
in 1973, Rick the Stick asked Janet if we would teach school for his children. This evolved into a little one room schoolhouse in the Zalate, which we ran between 1974 and 1977. Bett’s children, Drew and Trevor attended every morning for 3 hours, as they lived a few houses up the path; The Robinson kids were there occasionally and Liuba’s kids took the putt putt in from Colimita and landed at the beach when the ocean allowed.

Betts paid us $20 a week to teach her kids, which was just enough to live on. Betts was very committed to her kids and their education. Since I had always hated school (and had recently dropped out of the university) I had the opportunity to teach all the things I wished I had been taught; together we danced to trance music, did yoga, wrote poetry while listening to Stravinsky, spent time down by the lagoon to study frogs, read National Geographic and cooked, baked and shopped at the tiendas in order to learn arithmetic.

Rick died in ‘74 and we never worked with his children, but we came to inhabit the Zalate because Fran, a mid age American Spanish teacher who had lived her adult life with a Mexican husband in Morelos somehow got the house. She wasn’t staying long and like many people she liked the idea of a house in Yelapa more than the reality of it. She asked us to housesit which we did for years until she let us take over lease in ‘77. We re-roofed the house in ’79 and built the little treatment house next door and then did so again after it burned down in ‘82.

I ran into Kathryn Hill a few years back and she gave me this photo of us at a party at Betts and Byron’s. 1977

In May of 1982
Casa Zalate, often referred to as the Casa Juanitas (1975-2002) caught fire from the heat spreading from the fire at Rita Tillets’ house. There were two theories about the fire: one was that the Mexican owner burned the place down so he could get the property back from Rita and Howard who were trying to arrange for Zona Federal, and the other was that in a drunken state one of the Tillets knocked over a candle. Quien sabe?

At the time Airforce Dan was watching our house as he lived in the Galeria next door. He later told me that he raced over to dampen down the house with water with a hose from the watertank, but the ground was so hot that when he got close he could tell that the house was going to erupt from beneath. He said he ran for his life as it exploded.

I was up in Boston in the middle of giving a Polarity treatment when Byron called me with the news. We rebuilt the Zalate and the small treatment house that summer with money loaned to me by my parents.

People in the village brought plants for the garden. Don Juan Cruz gave us free rent for a few years, Buddy Berlin paid for the rock wall to be rebuilt and Saul Kaplan (of Saul and Sandy, who had built their house next to Ratza’s a few years earlier) personally installed the whole water system.

(
Photo credits) Celeste Greco1982, gave me this photo that she took of the fire.

In 1997 Rudy was speaking at a conference in Los Alamos at the invitation of Marjorie Bell-Chambers, on the 50th anniversary of the end of WW2. He put some of our Yelapa seminar brochures on the speakers table. After his talk, Kay Harper, 83, introduced herself to him and told him her story about how in 1958 she canoed over to Yelapa with her husband, the Los Alamos Laboratory photographer Bob Harper, and Steve Glumaz whom they’d met in a bar in PV.

These are a few of Bob”s photos of their stay in Yelapa. Later that year, Kay donated her husband’s Yelapa photos and her notebooks about her travels to Mexico, to our non- profit the Center for World Indigenous Studies’ www.cwis.org <http://www.cwis.org> , where we host the online Bob Harper Collection which includes some great shots of both Yelapa and PV in 1958.

Photo Credits: Robert Harper
1958

for more stories and information from Leslie Korn please go to:

Sunday, November 8, 2009

SCROLL DOWN TO BEGINNING OF BLOG

To read all the posts you will need to scroll down to bottom and choose archives found listed on the lefthand side of the window.
LIAR LIAR 12“ X 12”

you know who you are!

I just figured out how to post these photos in larger format! So here are some of my recent paintings done in Yelapa.

Little Foxes 12“ X 12” acrylic on board
commemorating the rabid fox scare
that's me in the jungle whistling a happy little tune to keep them at bay...no killing sticks for me.

Snake Eyes 12“ X 12” acrylic on board

GoTo Websites for PV and Yelapa Info

BTW readers, there are many good websites on Yelapa and PV, but a couple faves for current information are found at:
http://yelapa.info/ maintained by David

What's Missing?

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Native Son

Guaco has been in charge of the Helschein estate for over 30 years. As my Spanish gets tuned in I learn more from this gentle man and his sweet pretty wife, Elena. She keeps the big house in check during the main season and they both open and close the houses as needed. They are proud parents of three grown children and two grandchildren.

Loriano Lorenzo is Guaco's given name. I tease him that it is a movie star name, but he does not like it and prefers his nickname which has stuck with him since the age of four.

His mother is 93 and gave birth to 14 children of which nine are still living. Families intermarried with other families and Guaco is connected by blood to many in Yelapa. He's always telling me so and so, yes, he's my cousn, etc. His mother was from Chicala so there is family blood connection there, too. She now receives the new social security for those over 70. This has been recently enacted by the new government. He told me he had to take time off to head over to PV with her paperwork and photo to collect her bimonthly small stipend.

Guaco tells me Yelapa before gringos was poor but what they needed to live well was all here. The sea was full of fish, fruits abound on trees and they could grow vegetables. Sometimes the family would paddle to points across the Bay for maiz and other needs trading fish as they went.
Often they would paddle in large canoas (dugouts) with 6 men standing with oars and passengers in the bottom. They would travel at night in the full moon taking 2-3 hours to reach Punta Mita or Sayulita.

Life was simple, the river was clean and basic needs were met. Medicines and soap often came directly from the plants, barks and sap from the mountains behind the village.

Guaco received his nickname from his grandfather who heard him sing like a bird when he was little. It stuck.

Talk turned to the gringo discovery of Yelapa. Guaco felt it was mostly Hollywood connected when the filming of Night of the Iguana took place in the early 60's. The Mismaloya notoriety with its stars Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton brought a new set of characters such as Ava Gardner, Donovan, Jack Nicholson, Candace Bergen and many more to this little village.

To read more about Yelapa History please go to an account based on research at the Bancroft Library, University of California at Berkeley, in 1991 and 2005 by Carolyn McCall, Ph.D.



Thursday, October 15, 2009

From Primo's Place Upriver By Janie Bell Burton


“Seeing those old pics and hearing Beth's name made me think of when I was housesitting their place, and a poem written there, yes thirty years ago. went scouring through the archives and found it. So different than the Point.” (janie Bell Burton)


From primo's place upriver


Awakening to sounds of a fiesta in a mountain pueblo

Ay..ay..ay no mistake- voices abounding in zest

a singing Latin love

zinging

men flinging dark senoritas round and round

sparking eyes as she tries to capture his gaze

rapture in the crowd, feet pounding ever-quickening time


Ay...Chingada and a throaty spit

I sit up in my bed,mind floating from the dancing square

Staring; in a trance- realising I’m at home

oo-oo the Spanish love songs

only on the radio of a passer-by

Only a passer-by?

walking on the path and bringing me other worlds

Now shrills and trills of child’s delight

And to recognize a laugh

no disguising that half-man’s voice,

rejoicing in the still morning

adorning the trail with joy.

A boy whistling,keeping pace with his mule

A woman boldly singing

I peep through the trees to see

but no face for this pure song; loud and proud

As she strides along,with a panting dog

Who won’t admit to last night’s cacaphony

As if daylight acquits him of his crime.

Who’s the next star vocalist?

With background harmonies from the Chicken Sisters

and their Crooning Rooster-

it’s grand to see this concert’s free

Wait.

Majesty

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Back on Track

Hi, I'm finally ready to post some more stories and photos. I've had a busy summer fixing up my house...Lorenzo CacaVaca was here painting the outside and a couple inside rooms and living in The Whimsical in my driveway. He's a very accomplished painter in case you want to line him up for next summer. Then I visited Manhattan for a couple weeks and now I'm ready to roll.

Came across some photos taken in the 60's by a spunky lady named Helen. She's the mother of my friend Prudence Masseth. Pru and her husband Kim Tolleson were major volleyball players in the late 70's in Yelapa. I met them in 1978 and later reconnected with them when I moved to Santa Cruz. They were some of my Yelapa connections in this area. Victor Vanderflugt, Rob Holt, and Deeanne Hooker were the others. I bought my house from Kim and Pru in 1980 and still live here and that's what Lorenzo painted.

Pru called the other day to tell me she found some photos of her mother who came to Yelapa for one of her honeymoons! I guess she's had a few others. I'm posting her photos and the descriptions she wrote on the backs. Pru had no idea her mother had come to Yelapa when she and Kim chose to go there. It was just in the blood, I guess.

Here are some of the photo captions Helen wrote of her impressions 40 years ago. She's in her 80's now.

“Our boat coming into Yellapa (sic). The bldgs on beach are Hotel Lagunita all coconut thatch and those hills are full of wild animals. This is really a wild place. Lots of American artists & characters live here. This is all very tropical.”

“This was our hotel room. A bed, a bureau & big mosquito netting over bed. We had armadilla (sic) for lunch one day. Yellapa.”

“Yellapa Mexico. Amazing place. We slept in a cocconut (sic) thatched hut. Ate armadilla drank Ricea. Great.”

“Puerto Vallarta. Josepha in fore ground in bikini & hair to waist. Had wonderful small shop. Everything handmade. Everything embroidered. Hand made silver earrings. Very fascinating. Small shops in background - dress & food. My honeymoon with Bob Lawlor.”

“Puerto Vallarta. Church at end of street is very beautiful inside.”

“Puerto Vallarta. Our honeymoon. Dear Bob.”

Charming little photos may be hard to decipher, but I'm compelled to include them.





Saturday, August 29, 2009

Barbara Eager died last week after a long fight with cancer. She lived in PV for many years as owner/designer of Que Barbara Designs producing custom bathing suits.

A major catalyst in my life and a friend from long ago...we both grew up in Lincoln, NE. Barbara introduced me to Mexico and most importantly to Yelapa. Her son Todd Wagner works and lives in PV. I hope to have more information for you soon regarding the loss of another special expat.

If you have any stories or memories to share please forward them.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Our friend Ivana Carlson passed Thursday, August 13, 2009 at 10:30 p.m.
Condolences to her daughter Linda Worrell and grandson Blake.

May God Bless Her Spirit and Transition

more information will follow when available
please share your memories of Ivana

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Art on Display June 3 - July 7, 2009

My Paintings

June 3 - July 7, 2009
Seabreeze Cafe, 542 Seabright, Santa Cruz
Hours 6am-2pm M-F, 7am-1pm Sat. & Sun.

These paintings were created the last 2 winters in Yelapa, Jalisco, Mexico. I have been going there since 1977 and during the winter months I live in the jungle. There is constant sound as I have no doors or walls. My surroundings are the sea, the sky, and the jungle. I live outdoors.

I carry my brushes and acrylic paints south each January. The masonite boards are sold at the tiny local school supply. I bought a stack and began painting retablos about my life in the jungle and visions the winds brought me. Some boards have stories written on the back.

Art supplies are scarce, the boards not cut evenly, bugs land in my paint, the wind flips them across the casita covering them with dust and frass. These imperfections became part of each painting.

Stop by if you're in the area and have a delicious breakfast or lunch at this Santa Cruz institution...and see my work.



Thursday, May 21, 2009

More On Nicknames

Pepe himself was known to some villagers as "Ladeado" because he kept his head always tilted to one side.
There was Beautiful Gary and Hollywood Cary. To some, Peggy was called Pegamundo. There was Pablo The Rapist---maybe the same as your Pablo the Pigfucker.
To the villagers I was Don Miguel, but to my friends---or enemies?---I was Raicilla Mike. The latter resulted from a session Jerry Roberts and I had with a gallon jug of the good stuff, starting at the Yacht Club and ending in a gulch somewhere. Jerry made it home at dawn with multiple lacerations, while my liver has never completely recovered.
 
Steve The Beachcomber, a wonderful man. Gave me my first shot of raicilla as an innocent tourist in 1967. Let's not forget Emmy, grandson of Ralph Waldo. Lived in the little house next to the trail down to the beach. How about Santa Claus---Howard, who launched fizzy rockets at night, once burning down the roof at Hotel Lagunita. Give me time and I'lll think of others. Buddy used to invent hilarious nicknames for sundry characters----my favorite was "Anana, Banana and Papaya" for certain ladies.
Of course, there was IS. She was terrific---and she didn't "depend on what your definition of is is".....courtesy of Michael Robins

Monday, May 18, 2009

Nicknames Being Added

OK, I think this nickname thing could get out of control...
How about nicknames that stuck! Most everyone used them...

Pizza Phil, Rick the Stick, Filipino Chris, Rolex Jeff, Mosquito Woman, The Nose Flute

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Comments & Tidbits

For Yelapa historians. Thank you Faye, thank you David Berlin.

HOWEVER: another subsequent field for primary research would be who NAMED
the nicknames, and what avatars they have attended throughout the years.

Byron would be an excellent source. I will make sure he got this blog and
get him to add and correct.

MEANWHILE:
David is, understandably, the authority on the Point and the Root Canal, but
yes, David, there is an upriver - pretty sketchy there.

--Cadillac Ed! Primo named Cadillac Ed - he said that Ed looked like
somebody who had worked hard all his life in order to finally buy a
Cadillac, and in this case, Yelapa was Ed's Cadillac.

Primo and Jaime
together Yclept Pablo the Pigfucker, truly a legendary character and
deserving of having his name fully spelled out.

--Hammock Jerry is a self-awarded euphemism for Jock Strap Jerry. But they
are the same lovable jerk.

--I take credit for No Neck Frank.

--Primo was called Primo not because he was first in anything or anybody's
cousin but because he used to go around in an old Primo (Hawaiian) Beer
t-shirt.

--Upriver Pegge, Upriver Gail. The Cacahuate Woman. Nurse Christina. Ratza
(her name was really Shirley). And - last but by no means least - Sailor
Bob.

Sailor Bob was renamed after housesitting for Lang and, while there,
throwing all the household appliances - washing machine, TV, etc. - down the
hill in a fit of something or other. His name then became "Housesitter Bob."

Reno Dick was also known (by me, anyway) as Las Vegas Dick. He was a very
funny guy.

Now we need stories about all these people. Who's first?
.....contributed by Beth Coffelt

Nicknames

One - Eyed Luis

Caderas, Guerillillo, Pajuelas, Bollilo, 

Mal–Hecho, Treco, Ronco, el Gordo

Chino, Chuy, chino, Chico, Tepo

Nacho, Jejin, Guero, Lobo, Vaselino

Betio, El Bollo, Panchito, Gallo, Guaco, Faymouse

Pipeline Jim, Silent Jim, Yoga Jim, Captain John, Sailor Bob  

Rick The Stick, Bongo Rick, Bonger Don,  Miramar Kadafi  

No Neck Frank, Scamananda, Ron Devous,

Crazy Charlie, Orange Charlie, Charlie Chichara, Indian Charlie, hammock jerry

Michael Tree, Murph, Pizza Phil, Muffin Tom

Fast Eddie, Eduardo, Cadillac Ed

Up river Nikki, Icky Nikki, Ratza, Nancy La Fruta, Little Dawn,

Jaimola, Primo, Fonzi, Tulin, Piri, Ronco, Big Al

ChiCha, Gallero, Seldom Seen Bob, Nirmalo

Alejandron Upper Hank, Lower Hank, Emi, Pan Bimbo

Dr. John, Dr. Gary, Alaska Jack

Mom Tom, Sheena of the Jungle, Sarge

Uncle Monkey, Count No Account, Borracho Steve

Pancho, Black Pablo, Pablo The Pig Fucker

Captain Wally, Conrado, Pichon,  

Rainbow lightening, Felipo, grunion, reno dick

Jock Strap Jerry, Riff, Raff, MunMun

Flakesly, Cacaca, Jose Cuervo

Pina, Conejo, Chabela, Chayote, los ganchis.

Por Seguro, Cuate, Blind Maggie, Zorro, Che, Chayo

......Courtesy of Dave Berlin

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Still Catching My Breath

Thank you all for being so patient. I haven't had a moment to sit down and reflect on Yelapa from the Present, let alone the Past. Times are changing in Yelapa and yet everything is so much the same. When I look at the pictures you send it really takes me back to a more simple life before electricity; less people, less houses, less of everything. Was it better? 

Thanks to all who have helped me by taking the time to scan photos and send them along to me. I have photoshopped, cropped, dibbled and dabbed them to present to you as best I can. 

Beth Coffelt, we're still waiting for Part II of your story! I promise I'll add more from conversations I had with Patricia, Allen, and Guaco very soon, in the meantime, please enjoy all the new photos sent by Oliver Sturtz and David Berlin.

Keep them coming!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

ISABEL JORDAN

I returned last week from Yelapa. I'm sure most of you know the sad circumstances of Isabel Jordan's passing. I can't quite grasp that I won't be seeing my friend again and share the condolences to her family with all of you. For those of you that might not have seen her obit in the Santa Cruz paper...

Isabel Jordan died January 18th in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico due to complications from a fall. Born Isabel Nesbit Riddle in Passaic, New Jersey on October 17th, 1927, she was raised on a farm with her parents Isabel Daley and Raymond Riddle in Wilbraham, Massachusetts.


In 1945, at age 17 she married Jules Lynn Jordan in Springfield, Massachusetts. They had two children, Gail Marguerite and William Thomas. The new family moved between California and Massachusetts as Jules studied to be a chiropractor.

During her time in Santa Cruz, Isabel was reunited with her daughter Susan who she had given up for adoption 22 years earlier. She had searched for her for many years and once found, Isabel orchestrated an elaborate ‘accidental’ meeting. They became best friends and had ten years together when tragically Susan was killed in a bicycle accident. 


In1966 during the construction of the campus, Isabel began working at UCSC. She became the Assistant to the Provost in 1969 and the first woman in the UC system to hold the position. 


However, it was not meant to be. In 1970 she traveled to Mexico on a vacation for one week. She returned the following summer where she met Pepe Diaz, grandson of Porfirio Diaz, president of Mexico during the revolution in 1876. She returned home, quit her job, sold her house, took a crash course in Spanish and moved to Yelapa, a small fishing village with no roads or electricity. Isabel lived in Yelapa for 38 years. She created a wildly beautiful jungle compound to which friends and travelers flocked each year. It was here that Isabel belonged. She built rock walls, battled army ants, kayaked everyday she could and hiked the ever-failing water lines. Several times a year she would leave her ocean village and travel into the Sierra Madre to trade and celebrate with the Huichol Indians. She published the books: The Huichol of Mexico and The Huichol of Mexico: The Shaman with her friend Peter Collins.

 

In 2007, on her 80th birthday, Isabel gave herself the gift of Bali, where she traveled alone for five weeks, teaching English and eventually sponsoring the education of a young girl, Yan Ayi.


Many of us have said that Isabel was the most amazing person we have ever known. Isabel traveled the world, burned at BURNING MAN, jazzed in New Orleans, and listened intently to everyone she met along the way. She will continue to inspire us all.


A celebration of Isabel’s life will be held on March 22 in Yelapa, Mexico and in Boonville, California in May. She was preceded in death by her sister Mertie, and Brothers Bill and Ray. She will be missed by her son Bill (Joey) Jordan, daughter, Gail (Bill) Meyer  grand-children Scarlet and Russell, brothers Don, Jack and their families, almost-daughter Dee Hooker and by her pueblo Yelapa. And a zillion others. She was 81 years forever young.













Sunday, December 14, 2008

Back to Yelapa

I'm getting psyched to head back to Mexico early January. Starting to gather my essentials and think about what I'm going to do this year. I want to bring a little recorder of some kind so I can get more stories from all of you for my blog.

Think about what stories you might want to share with me and all the readers of Raicilla Dreams. I can hardly wait to hear what you have to say.

I'll return to Raicilla Dreams next Spring with new inspiration and ideas. Please send photos and stories along when you can. People enjoy seeing them.

Thanks to Liana for sending some wonderful pics I just uploaded. Look how young and innocent Victor V. looks! Yes, we were all beautiful babies once.

Wishing you all a Safe and Happy Holiday Season and a Healthy New Year. 

Also, I came across some photos from Evan Ravitz on another site and posted several for your enjoyment. Thanks to Evan.

Adios hasta la primavera!




Friday, November 21, 2008

Veech Vay To Da Vaterfal?

This is a true story told to me many years ago by Barbara Quimby. She lived up at the Rock House just before the Helschein's place with her Mexican boyfriend Felipé. He was the Jack Sprat to Barbara's apple shape on skinny legs and they made an amusing unusual couple. She was (and still is) an artist from New Mexico and was always coming up with something new. I believe she was sculpting with wet chamois cloth and letting it dry into human shapes which she glued onto boards.

Anyway,to make a long story short, one day Barbara was lying out on the front portico suntanning in the nude. She had her knees up and legs spread apart. She didn't worry about nudity too much as that house is not close to town and the porch faces away from the trail on the ocean side of the house. No one just dropped by.

There she was on her back with everything exposed, her round belly poking up and her feminine wiles revealed to the sky, when she heard a man's voice she did not recognize. 

“Veech vay to da Vaterfal?“ he shouted as he stumbled upon the bare Ms Quimby! She gazed between her bent knees and to her utter astonishment stood a tourist with lederhosen, a hat with feather, and a walking stick. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, LEDERHOSEN! 

Needless to say, they were both surprised by each other and the screaming Barbara chased 
the lost traveller away! That must have been a sight for a wayward tourist. I'm certain he has not forgotten her image to this very day.

If you remember Barbara, you might recall her wonderful giggles which she let loose often. She had a humorous view of the world and could easily laugh at herself, too. I can still picture her in that compromising position with the stout lederhosen fellow framed between her spread thighs! Glory Be! 



Sunday, October 19, 2008

Bozo the Clown

When I first started coming to Yelapa, you were lucky if you ever got your mail from the states. A telegram was even more exotic and usually just floated around the PV post office never to see the light of a Yelapa sunny day. Apparently, my family had been desparately trying to reach me to no avail. There was a telegram somewhere in Mexico that was yet to find me. How I found out what happened was quite by accident. 

There was a guy named Spence from Half Moon Bay who wanted to buy a fishing boat back home. He talked me into flying up with him and checking it out. I buy, he fishes. I still had some pesos back then. While in CA, I decided to call my folks to say hello. No one answered the phone. I tried my sis and she was not in NY. No one was where they should be. Finally, after many attempts, I phoned my X and asked him to check this out for me. 

Tragically, it turned out my brother-in-law died unexpectantly after a long illness which I knew nothing about. I tried to get a plane to NE, but United was on strike that week and that was the only airline that flew into Lincoln back then. I was stuck. After a week up North waiting for the strike to end, I finally made it home and saw the emotional wreck my sister had become. A month of sadness and worry and 2 sets of Jewish parents lamenting every second had been her life for 40 days and nights. Her young husband had died and she was like a pinball pinging around inside the family house in the middle of a Midwestern winter.

I grabbed her and flew her down to Mexico to spend a month with me. She was really out of it and in great shock. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she slowly and eventually came back to herself in our little jungle town. Nelo, Conrad and Sara's son, was about 5 then, and we ran into him on the path one day. He looked right at her like kids will do and called her Bozo the Clown! I was stunned and worried she would just fall apart, but we looked at each other in shock and then started to laugh hysterically. Sam had finally broken the wicked spell she was under and began the healing of her heart. Nelo was just a little boy but he helped Sam begin to recover with the candid observation of a child. Thanks!

Speaking of Pigs

I just got home from 2 weeks in Manhattan. The Big Apple is def the antithesis of Yelapa. Could there be anything more opposite? Uno momento....while waiting outside a theater in Brooklyn (Dumbo) I spotted 2 little pigs coming my way! First, I thought they were little fat dogs, but as they got closer to me, I realized, “Hey. those are pigs!” The little porkers were collared and unleashed casually trotting down the city street as if they'd done it dozens of times. As they got closer to the crowd waiting to enter the stage show, their owner got a little nervous and called them back by name. I couldn't hear what she called, but witnessed the two porcine pals turn around upon her command and trot back without a second thought. Well behaved, obviously well trained, I thought they'd be the perfect pet to bring to Yelapa, but I'd hate to see such a tasty little friend get stolen, grilled and then presented at Pollo Bollo next to a pile of chaote! PS: No lipstick!

Monday, September 1, 2008

Doberman Pig

I miss the family cerdo tied up with a simple rope in front of the casas. Photos like this really make me feel nostalgic for the more simple life we had in Yelapa. Yes, it's cleaner and probably healthier now, but honestly, don't you miss those grunts and the little piglets along the paths?

One night rumor had it that there was a party taking place up behind the old cantina way above town. Deeanne and I decided to venture forth and try to find said party. I don't remember whose fiesta it was, but it was at the first gringo rental in an area we weren't that familiar. There were still mostly just Mexican families living up here so we weren't savvy to the paths.

We stumbled up the dirt path in the dark with our little flashlights, laughing and having fun trying to figure out where we were..not certain which way the path should take us and there were no helpful signs along the way. Suddenly, we heard a monstrous snarl and the biggest blackest wild creature ever on planet earth lunged at us. We must have jumped 10 feet into the air! Surely, we were being attacked by some wildebeast in the dark. My curls went straight and Deeanne dropped her flashlight in sheer terror. We had never heard anything like this before.

Luckily, the huge PIG was well-tethered and we were safe, but we never forgot that Doberman Pig. El Cerdo was probably just as frightened that night by the stumbling, bumbling gringas as we were of him!

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Dave the King

Just ran into Dave King in town the other day. I told him about Raicilla Dreams and a story about him to go with his picture. I thought maybe I should run it by him first. I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable with what I say in the blog. Dave has given me carte blanche to say whatever I want...since everything has already been said about him. 

Today Dave is a respected real estate broker that stands at least a head taller than most. I mean that literally, he's a big, tall guy. When I met him, he was more the hustler type. He worked as a union iron worker off and on and had lots of shall we say “outside interests”. Like many of us from the 60's, he had his finger in many pies and his pinky in a corner of the underworld. He survived.

Dave has beautiful identical twin daughters with his X, Shannon. They were born prematurely in the early 80's and were the tiniest little creatures I'd ever seen. He could hold them both in one of his big hands. Now they are grown women.

In Yelapa he would find pretty girls on the beach and offer to rent them a room in his casa...like many folks did and still do to help out with the rent. Nothing wrong with that! However, Dave figured out a way to have his cake and eat it, too. He took on his “tenants” as occasional lovers, meanwhile letting them pay the rent! Clever boy. I used to think that was really nervy, but it certainly worked out for Dave. He had a lot of chutzpa! 

Dave, I salute you for sticking with the program and making such a success of your life! Did you know we all knew about your little paying love trysts?


Thursday, August 7, 2008

Cracked Nut

I was enjoying a few uninterrupted moments in my hammock at Casa Cynthia when some friends dropped in.We were joking around and being all casual when the ropes suddenly snapped and I fell straight to the floor. Only it wasn't just a floor, it was a little rock wall and the back of my neck smacked it pretty hard. I lay there for a minute or two stunned...checking my fingers, my toes, everything seemed to be moving as they should. I wasn't seeing double and although I was a bit dizzy, I thought I had survived the impact pretty well. We laughed it off and decided to head down to the beach. I don't remember getting there but the next thing I knew there was a drink in front of me. Someone had ordered me a coco loco and then things started getting interesting.

I was a little confused, but apparently, it wasn't that much different than my usual confusion and no one seemed concerned, least of all me. I don't remember much, but at some point I just fell over backwards off my stool at the hotel bar where we were all sitting. Victor helped me up and I stumbled over to the baño to pull myself together. 

When I came out there was no one around. Everyone had just disappeared. I wasn't really even sure if there had been any people in the first place. Well, I wasn't going to be looking stupid...I just acted as if that was perfectly routine and I had just been there alone the whole time. I sat back down and went on as if nothing had happened. Eventually, my friends reappeared laughing hysterically. They thought hiding was hilarious. What they didn't know was that I had a mild concussion and I wasn't just wasted at the beach. It took me 2 or 3 days to get right.

From then on, I always checked my hammock ropes before climbing in. I was lucky that day.

New Stories Coming Soon

Sorry, friends, I've been too busy remodeling my own little place to sit down and write some new posts. I haven't forgotten you!

Isabel promised to write some stories and Joanna wants to tell a tale or two. Please feel free to send me any memories you might like to share and I'll post them.

FYI...There is a Yelapa North Party Potluck in Santa Cruz on August 17 at Frederick Street Park next to the Upper Harbor. I'll try and find more info and post.