By the time We got to Pollo Yo!

When I was swimming in the ocean just a little while ago, a whole Thought Parade went clambering by in my mind, with an interesting beginning for this blog I have committed to publish each week, albeit a day late, now, for the second week in a row. This time last week I wrote about HOONs in the steadily falling snow, now here I am, way down in the Jungly Seaside Town of El Lago del Mar, which is located in Jalisco, Mexico.


To reach here, at last, to the Casa Hacienda, We had to come from Playa de los Muertos by Water Taxi. Playa de los Muertos is a grandeous future-primitive beach town with a large space-age-esque sail feature and a spiral pier built around it. On either side, a tan, sand beach stretches off into the haze of Cabanas and oiled bodies, in non-USA regulation swimming attire.


I’ve been keeping busy doing lots of drawings and helping to come up with funny tunes with my very talented Musical Friends down here. We’ve also done quite of a bit of exploring as it becomes an unfolding culinary and ARTs adventure series continuum… Yum! It pretty much just unfolds before Us, as is typically the case in my experience. The People that We meet and the conversations had and overheard, mix with the experience and come out as delightfully fresh-baked goodies.

There is some amazing Art here, as well. No one knows for sure, as these pieces were collected by the now-deceased Isabel, but they are some type of Native Ceremonial Arts, possibly psychedelic in Nature, they are depictions of naturally psychedelic situations, involving Shamans and Others, wearing fantastic head-gear.

BathroomPeyotePieceI would like to stay here forever but this adventure doesn’t end here and I have so much further yet to travel. I will savor the experience for now and keep blending it up into my colorful stew.FlowersHousethe Flower Trees, as well as the Hibiscus and the Bougainvillea, all match the colors of the House and the Sea. Here the Sea is aquamarine and blends with a lovely medium hue to reach the deep Sea blue that surrounds Us and appears to be bounded itself by enormous purple hazy Mountains, aiming at the Sky with their jagged peaks.

The Sea is so buoyant here, it is second only to the Dead Sea, or perhaps the Great Salt Lake (in that case third only). You can float straight-up, even if You’re bony, like Me. The soft toss of the gentle waves lands You right back up on the sandy beach, which massages Your body with soft extra-large grains of natural material (bits of sea shells and crabs and stuff).

EnchantedGardensThis is an incredibly inspirational Creative Retreat, where I am left entirely to mySelf to decide how to bide my time. In between typing these paragraphs, I have been going up and down the four hundred or so sandy, stone steps, of varying heights and depths, all the way from here to the small beach below and back again, to take a shower with gas after swimming in the warm water and hopping up, up, up from the Sea.

I’ve left it until the end to explain the title of this particular posting. We met a Man on an ATV yesterday, which are an annoying addition to the tiny pathways, only slightly wider than an ATV, Who was wearing a shirt that said “Pollo Yo” and was exclaiming in Spanish about His restaurant and that We should come there, to eat, et cetera. He gave His card to the most Spanish Speaking member of Our Crew at that time, Ami Worthen. However, by the time We got to “Pollo Yo” (and not “Pollo Bollo” by the way, that’s on this side of Town), they had changed the name to “Pollo Pollo”…



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