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Wednesday, September 23, 2020

I hear the whistle, but I can’t go, I’m gonna take it down to Mexico

San Antonio Tlayacapan, Jalisco, Mexico

(Note: new version of Blogger seems to have some formatting glitches, sorry)


Into Seattle

Leaving Hawaii with mixed feelings, we boarded a redeye flight on June 26 to return to the mainland, en route to Mexico. The redeye was not our choice, but Alaska changed our nonstop to SJC to a connection through Seattle a few days before the flight. Flying in the times of Covid. Seattle was semi-terrifying as SEA was very crowded and many folks seemed to have only a cursory interest in masks and distancing. So we did our best to dodge the more flagrant violations of polite (and sane) behavior, moving our seats a few times as we waited for our connection.

Just a bit crowded

 

When it was time to board the plane, it was clear we were on a smalle2 x 2 configuration, again, due to equipmenchanges by Alaska. When Mark asked the gate agent why our seats had been changed to not have any space between us and others, given Alaska’s notable advertising of space on planes, two to a row, the answer was “if you are a party of two you sit together.” Simple enough, but on a 2x2 plane, this means technically the entire plane could be full if everyone were in a party of two. This was not quite the case, and yet we got pushback from a FA when we moved across the aisle to 2 empty seats so as not to be directly behind 2 people directly in front of us, and 2 more in front of them. Harrumph!

Happy Birthday, John!
We spent 5 days in the SF Bay Area (No quarantine or temperature checks here! Land of the free!) on a mission to have a birthday pizza with son John, reconnect at a distance with some friends, and relocate our small storage unit contents from Dublin to San Jose in order to save $100 per month on the rent. We accomplished the latter with help from John, then headed to a SJ park with 2 pizzas to celebrate as best we could John’s birthday – which was in fact that very day! We had about 10 boxes (out of about 100 stored) that we decided to sort and downsize. After all, if we haven’t needed it in 3 years?! The owner of the motel where we stayed in Palo Alto looked a little surprised when we pulled in with a U-Haul truck, but we explained what we were doing, the place was empty anyway, and he let us use the room next door to sort while we slept in the other. Very kind!


On to Mexico, this time our nonstop was changed to include an LAX connection on the way to Guadalajara without our knowledge until check-in, to a DAY LATER. LAX was as equally concerning as SEA regarding respect for La coRona. We arrived in San Antonio Tlayacapan on July 2, where we spent another 14 days in quarantine at our new rental in El Parque. It was quite easy as our property manager, as well as a friend who lives around the corner, brought us groceries, and neighbors carted our garbage bags down to the dumpsters, thanking us for being “responsible.” At one point one of our kind couriers expressed some surprise that we needed rum…again! New purchasing allocation and recycling strategies were deployed!





 


We were fortunate to catch up with our insular Peninsular friends, Ita, Sarah, Pamela and Bruce, in properly spaced lawn chairs on the front lawn, and then with Tony & Amy, also well-spaced in their backyard. It was so nice to see friends after so long away, and also to drink good wine! We also checked in with our Oakland neighbors, JP and Ann.


Our Supply Chain!

 


After the 2 weeks, we very slowly re-entered the social scene, and at that only barely. We had lunch outdoors with friends Peter and Heather (and Misha the Dog) and spent a brief time at our old watering hole, the Once-and-Future Mama’s Bar. During our absence, there was a rent dispute at the previous location (which was in fact the second incarnation of Mama’s – read on,) so the bar was moved – lock, stock and barrel, literally -- to a new spot, which turned out to be in the original Mama’s Bar location we had first visited in November of 2017. That location was also previously closed, and moved, due to a rent disagreement with a different landlord. To clarify, the “disagreements” tend toward “oh, your business is doing well, so I am going to triple your rent!” The most recent move literally left only the concrete slab and two bathroom walls behind. This was totally fair as the place had been built from the ground up by the bar owners, so it was their property. Ah, Mexico!

We currently limit our days out to a restaurant or bar to about twice per week, with masks and hand sanitizers. (No, he didn't eat that at one sitting!)

 

Mark finally broke down and bought a Weber (charcoal, of course) which is parked on the mirador (rooftop deck) and he is very happy. He is working with a local teaching woodworking shop to get some cedar planks made for his famous salmon. And…then…a Weber smoker turned up on Facebook!  It’s Mark’s Christmas present. And we’re looking forward to smoking a turkey again, which was our tradition in Oakland.

 



Now that Linda is not working (finally!), there is extra time to fill:

 

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We have been volunteering as walkers / cuddlers at Lucky Dog again. It has been fun to do, although a little weird with masks. We were always careful to wash our hands / arms between dogs, so not much difference there.



We are in the initial stages of looking into assisting the Feria Maestros del Arte organization here at Lakeside, whose mission for the past 19 years has been to help make a market in Mexico for the Mexican folk artists in about 10 Mexican states. It has the added benefit, beyond sales for the artisans, of keeping folk art traditions alive. With La coRona, this year’s big in-person fair in November will likely not happen, so we are helping the people who run it think through options and also start to build an online platform that could eventually reach NOB. (North of Border)

A great ceramic artist; we may have to get the Mermaids!

We are also spending a couple hours a week at the Recycling Center – which is a new process in this area. It’s pretty interesting to see / smell everyone’s garbage as we sort out the different types! (Rinse / wash your bottles and jars out, folks!) They can only find buyers for certain materials, which change frequently, and all items need to be sorted prior to sending them out. In addition, shrink-wrapped labels need to be removed. It’s very interesting to be on the “ground floor” of such an effort. And we’ve only seen a couple of cucarachas, shockingly!

This from 2019 w/o masks


 

Mark was challenged by the “mom” of Pancho Villa, the African gray parrot, to work on a burning mosquito repellent solution using spent coffee grounds. Not sure what Xanthan gum really has to do with it, but…it something for Mark to muddle about.



Planting things: the basil we planted initially was going great guns, but suddenly all turned weird colors with spots, so now we are thinking replant. Mark has gotten enamored of starting from seed various chili pepper plants (tabasco, piquin) particularly since the gardener at our friends’ house pulled them out!!



We are planning to stay put in Mexico for a while, as things are looking stable here for now. But we will be moving to another casa in this development in December, as the owner of our current place is probably coming down. We’re looking forward to another point of view, but not to moving all the stuff we’ve somehow accumulated. It’s a shock after living out of a carry-on bag for 5 months while we travelled Asia!
Here's to health and sanity for the rest of 2020!

2020 June 27 – September 21

Monday, July 27, 2020

The Sandwich Islands in the Time of Coronavirus

Hawaii, USA

Diamondhead in green


Already chronicled in the blog are the 14 days we spent in quarantine after escaping Indonesia and arriving in Waikiki. 


Our original Plan, which by then was somewhere much further along the alphabet, well past B, was to spend a month in Hawaii and see how virus containment was going both in the US and in Mexico. Many years ago, Mark worked in Hawaii, so it was a familiar 
....2 months later!
base, as well as English-speaking, well … Pidgin-speaking anyway. “ey, brah! Howzit?”







We negotiated our rent down for the second half of April and settled in, more or less, to the new reality of a mostly isolated lifestyle. Beaches were closed except for walking to and from the ocean to surf (which we don’t). Our pool was closed. Heck, we couldn’t even play pickleball! (which we don’t). What we could do was walk, so we donned masks and ventured out most days for a couple miles of strolling, sometimes along the Waikiki beachfront, sometimes through a nearly abandoned Waikiki. All the high-end shops were boarded up, with only a few ABC stores open, as well as some restaurants valiantly trying to do curbside pickup.


In the days just prior to our arrival, Hawaii had 30,000 visitors (tourists, military, aircraft crew) arriving each day. The day we arrived, that number was less than 1000. Linda had to wake up the guard at the airport to ask where to find a taxi! We ended up calling an Uber, no taxis.

The almost total absence of tourists revealed a large number of homeless people. They no longer blended in with crowded streets, not that they ever did, perhaps, but they were much more conspicuous.
helloooooo....
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We don’t know whether their presence there was “normal”, or whether they had relocated to the Waikiki area since there were no people. Likely the former since the Honolulu PD was in evidence everywhere. It seemed like HPD cruisers were parked all over the area, with their bright blue lights on, often without anyone apparently inside. We saw a number of police responses to individuals screaming on street corners, usually at least 3 cars and 6 officers. This was a very clear example that police are asked to do more than they are trained to do.

[Sidebar: It turns out that in 2013 the Hawaii legislature approved $100,000 for a pilot program to send homeless back to their families on the mainland. It also turns out that until early in 2020, Hawaii had the highest per capita homeless rate in the US. New York overtook the top spot recently. Estimates are that 1/3 to more than half of Hawaii’s homeless population are not from Hawaii. The current “repatriation” program is funded mutually by taxpayer dollars and matching funds from the HTLA, Hawaii’s Tourism and Lodging Association.]

Nope
Though there are much worse places to shelter in place, Hawaii was / is at this time not the “land of sun and fun” most associate with this vacation destination. Nothing was open except for grocery stores and some restaurants. EVEN a number of the ubiquitous ABC Stores were closed – with signage pointing one to the next open location, at which everything was 10% off!


So we went for walks, and rented a car once in a while just to drive around the island a bit. Punchbowl Cemetery is always an amazing sight. 

About a month in, when we heard we could go hiking, we drove to the head of the lighthouse trail only to find hundreds of people parked and walking around, many without masks. Nope. So we drove around to Kailua and walked on the beach a bit, with plenty of distance. 


Medical Visits in the Time of Covid


Linda had a few medical experiences while we were there, which were interesting. She was about out of contact lenses, so made an appointment at the Costco for an eye exam, since they would not accept her Mexican prescription (no brand name? horrors!). They were being very careful, only 1 abbreviated appointment per hour, masked with much cleaning and sanitizer. She then ordered the lenses by phone, which came in about a week.

The optometrist, upon hearing that Linda had not had a glaucoma exam in a while and had a lot of family history, suggested an office in Honolulu. That appointment involved a lot of waiting down the hallway, as the waiting room was blocked to only accommodate about 4 people.
 
THEN a crown popped off while Linda was ACTUALLY FLOSSING. Our property managers suggested a nearby dentist, who had been open continuously. They were very professional – 2 people in the waiting area (Mark sat outside with the chickens), taking your temperature, giving you sanitizer, rinsing your mouth for 1 full minute with mouthwash. Ick.  Dentists, of course, have been wearing PPE since HIV times, but now they don’t have that ceiling spotlight to aim at you, just a headlamp to blind you more closely! It turned out to be on onlay not a crown, which involves a chemical bonding procedure instead of super glue.

As we are now uninsured in the USA, all payments were in cash. Ouch. Let’s just say the prices in the US are multiples of the price in Mexico.


Grindz (comfort food)


We all scream for POKE!!

A key high point of being in Honolulu was the FOOD.

It suddenly occurred to us that we could buy FRITOS. And CARAMACS. Spam musubi, kalbi ribs, poke on every corner, kim chee, mac salad. Yes, these are makeable at home, but something about authentic Hawaiian just tastes better.
 

And Leonard’s Malasadas was just up the road!! Malasadas are Portuguese donuts about baseball size, made fresh to order and rolled in sugar (regular, cinnamon or tart li hing mui).  Heavenly puffs of warm fried dough that carry you away on a cloud of bliss. Mmmmmm. Mark almost applied for a job, they were hiring!

A highlight was ordering anniversary dinner take out from Alan Wong’s restaurant, a high-end Hawaiian-centric flagship that we had eaten at several times before. Menu published online, call in order, pay with credit card, set a pick up time. Then we pulled up, popped the back and 4 staff (we ordered that much) put all the food in the back. We had left a tip there for them, and they seemed pleasantly surprised. They kindly gave us free mudslide cookies for our anniversary, which Linda is vowing to attempt to replicate, they were so chocolatey but light!


We basically ordered enough food for about a week, what with the 2 entrees which included salad and dessert, ramen kit, poke (raw fish salad) kit, 2 bottles of wine. What a treat. Linda is still sighing remembering it.

The “ramen kit” bears more description. It was actually a steal for $24, something like 6 meals’ worth, 2 containers of broth, delicious fresh noodles, tasty local-made kamaboko, ranch eggs, green onion, parmesan cheese!?, and duck meat.

Another fun meal was the fried rice, fried garlic chicken and pork chops (yes, fried!) from Side Street Inn on Da Strip, which had long been on Linda’s list.

Sourdough starter bubbling away
And yes, of course, Linda made a run at making sourdough … she named it Moana. (You're welcome!) The biscuits were good, the bread a bit dense. Not a rousing success, but good enough that she dried out the starter, and brought it back to Mexico for fun. Not sure if there will be a rechristening and name change.







Diving

Blue-lined snapper

A humuhumunukunukuapua'a  (really! the state fish)
After the quarantine, we checked in with a divemaster we had taken a nitrox course from in 2011. He was still around, and was looking to restart dive trips with locals only when the government allowed. We went out, eventually, on a boat with one other diver, then a few weeks later with 3 other divers. The boat actually had been used in a few Hawaii Five-O (the new one) episodes. The diving was interesting, apparently in part due to no one diving for a few months. The turtles seemed happy to see us! We also did a couple of shore dives, and saw a lot of interesting critters, including big fish, and 2 sets of mating octopuses. Our previous Hawaii diving had been mostly meh, so this was a pleasant surprise.

a BIG frogfish


Opening up


Hard to pass up an Irish pub
Near the end of our three months there, some retail was opening up, like malls, some shops, bars. We admit that when we noticed the Irish Pub near us was open, we walked past, then Mark wondered if we would invoke some kind of Gaelic curse if we DIDN’T go in. We went in. So we ordered one drink, then left. It felt a little odd.



Then the Zoo opened, which was only a couple of blocks away. The sign inside said “Best Zoo for 2300 miles” – which Mark thought about summed it up. It was interesting, though, and we learned a new word – zoonotic! We were told to put the masks on so we wouldn’t contaminate the animals. Which is a perfect cycle.

An Asian elephant!

So for all the inconveniences and caution and occasional concerns about health, we did get to spend 3 months in Hawaii, something our budget would not under normal circumstances have allowed! It was fun to be back, and get good local food.

SPAM Musubi!


Next, back to Mexico!
2020 March 28 – June 26



Friday, April 10, 2020

Aloha - Oy!

Quarantined in the Sandwich Islands

Honolulu, Hawaii

Flag of Hawaii - Wikipedia
Already chronicled in this blog was our escape, more or less, from Bali, Indonesia, and the rising threat of Covid-19. As noted, we ended up in Honolulu, and started a mandatory, if barely enforced 14-day self-quarantine.



The US response (or lack thereof) to the pandemic has been analyzed, dissected, criticized and denounced in a thousand places. Our travels gave us a few data points which reinforce the criticisms.
Macau Maps: Location, Tourist Attractions and Transport Maps of Macao

We followed the quarantine experience of a friend who is a teacher in Macau (which can also be spelled Macao,) that travelled to the US in mid-March for family reasons. She was amazed that there was absolutely NO screening at San Francisco International. Just business as usual. She got back to Macau in mid-late March and was escorted to a quarantine hotel, administered a test, and kept under lockdown in a room for 14 days. Food was delivered (not ordered, just delivered) and she was charged $50 USD per day for the room and board, testing and medical attention, the last of which she fortunately did not need. Macau is the most densely populated country on earth, with 48,000 people per square mile. There are cities with higher density, like Mumbai with 76,790 people per square mile, but the point is that it is not South Dakota.

As of April 10, Macau has reported 45 total cases, no deaths, and roughly 1/2 of the 45 cases are from a second wave of people coming into the country from elsewhere (who then get the full-on enforced lockdown treatment). So Macau has had about 58 cases per million residents, while the US has 1,384 cases per million residents, ~25 times the rate of infection with just under 1/2 million cases. So far.
Mark's flight tracker....?????!!!!!

Our travel confusion the last week of March meant we ended up with 3 different sets of tickets to get back to the US (plus the original canceled flight for April). One connecting flight through Taipei was canceled as we stood in line to check in. The second had not given us a confirmation by the morning of the flight. The 3rd actually happened, sending us to Jakarta, then Tokyo, then Honolulu. 



Jakarta had us walk through a carwash-like tent wherein we were sprayed with something, not sure what, and our body temperature was scanned. Tokyo just passed us through to the next waiting area for our connecting flight. 
Not quite sure what we were sprayed with....


When we got to Honolulu, we were asked upon entering the building from the jetway -- "Have you been to China, Iran, or Europe?" [No. No. No. But Vietnam, Cambodia, Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia....] "OK, here is a flyer, you are required to go directly to your hotel and remain there for 14 days." We then cleared immigration, baggage claim and customs without any further discussion. We really would have preferred to have a few questions asked of us. On the Agriculture form, they did collect our phone number, and surprisingly they called on Day 5 to say "you are staying in your room, right?" Marginally better than nothing.


Ono (tasty) Plate lunch: spam musubi, kalbi ribs, mochiko chicken, rice, mac salad,


Our delivery guy asking which one to buy -- the only butter left!

We are now on Day 14, and have had food and grocery deliveries. 









Geared up to go forage

Mark has gone out a few times, with face mask, and collected basic supplies from the mini mart in the building downstairs, and the ABC store on the corner 2 blocks away, having no contact with any people aside from tapping his credit card. He has washed everything brought into our room in hot soapy water (which we read is not really necessary, but can't hurt, unlike hydroxychloroquine...), along with multiple hand washings, hand sanitizer gel, and recently making a 70% alcohol spray with isopropyl 99% (found beneath the sink here), some 80 proof vodka (hamburger helper for the isopropyl), and some witch hazel, and Dawn for its surfactant properties. 

Knock on wood, so far so good. Linda was feeling off for a few days, but it ended up being a sinus infection. We think. It's hard not to be hypochondriacal these days....






Not so much....
One thing Hawaii is really good at is tracking tourism statistics. You have no doubt completed the from they hand you on the airplane as you land here. They started, about 10 or so days ago, releasing a daily press release on arrivals and flights. The normal arrival rate before all this started was about 30,000 people per day - residents, visitors, airline crew. The day we arrived, March 28, there were 1,221 people, all categories, and maybe 50 flights. Our flight had 11 people. On April 8, there were 20 flights, 654 total people, and only 160 visitors - meaning tourists. Something like 100 hotels in Honolulu are closed. Occupancy is around 5%. According to Wikipedia, 21% of Hawaii's economy is tourism-based. It is really quiet. There is a curfew this Easter weekend between 11 p.m. to 6 a.m. ...no wheeled vehicles to be out and about. Luckily the Easter Bunny hops!

So what have we been doing? Working on the blog, obviously!!  





The TravelTiki!
Our condo is nice and relatively cheap, since no one is visiting. We are happy to watch local news and ads here. We have an ok view of the surfers at Waikiki Beach. The beaches are closed everywhere except for "transit," meaning you can walk to the water to surf or swim, but no sitting and "talking story" on the sand. We watch the interisland barges chug back and forth, maybe full of toilet paper. 

We watched / suffered through Netflix' Tiger King (just when you think you've seen it all about Oklahoma, ugh). We have had a few on-line happy hours, with friends and family. Mark learned that there is an app that obviates the need for quarters to do your laundry, though before he got that sorted he washed all the coins he got from the change machine downstairs in hot soapy water (something we watched done at a Japanese restaurant at Narita). 

BTW, have you noticed as you watch TV you are now thinking, "No, don't kiss! Don't hug or shake hands!"
Bird dissuaders

We have been getting stalked by a white pigeon and 2 red-headed house finches who have actually flown INTO our condo a time or two. We have rigged "anti-bird / exclusion devices" to try to dissuade them.

We are hoping that once we clear Day 14, we can at least go for socially distanced walks, and maybe even snorkel down at the beach -- though places like Hanauma Bay are closed for now, period. It seems likely that this SIP thing will extend well into May. We are currently scheduled to stay through April 30. 

We hope you all are safe and well at home, and that one day this all will have been a good learning experience, and only a less-than-happy memory.


April 2020

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Barber Shops - A Vanishing American Tradition

From Mark's Curmudgeon Corner (a new blog sub-segment)


Somewhere around 1999, between jobs, I thought about applying for a grant to write a book about barbershops. My general idea was that with the advent of Supercuts and the like, another American institution was going to go the way of the Passenger pigeon. Or very soon, the vaquita in Mexico. Hopefully not our democracy (ok, it’s a republic), though Agent Orange told a group of teenagers recently that the Constitution, Article 2 says he “can do anything I want."

Barbershops held a high place in my growing up years in Oklahoma City. One barbershop, that is - Murray’s. Located at the corner of SW 44th & Walker, kitty-corner from my elementary school, Lafayette, and next door to the tiny store where I sold the pop bottles I collected walking to and from baseball practice in the summer. I converted my loot into MAD magazines and bottles of Grapette soda. I had to hide MAD from my confiscatorial mom who thought MAD was evil. The bottle deposit was 2 cents (and went up to 2 for 5 cents when I was about 9!), and I am sure that looking for those bottles (thanks, you litterers!) is what inculcated me with the thrift store bug.

Murray was larger than life to me as a small kid. He had I think 2 chairs. They had razor strops on the side, which he used when someone got a shave. I do not recall anyone other than Murray cutting hair. There was the requisite stand with comic books and hunting and fishing magazines (no girly stuff as far as I know – it was Oklahoma!) Above it was a small black & white TV, which I remember as always having baseball games on – clearly not that accurate since that was only several months per year. And also, in the summer, a window unit air conditioner, straining away against the Oklahoma heat.

Mark as Jimmy Johnson



Each haircut brought sartorial apprehension. I always thought I would look bad after the haircut, versus today when I am happy just to no longer look like Jimmy Johnson, with a shrubbery atop me pate. 








And then there was the itchy hair down your back. I know I regularly complained about going to the barber – not because of Murray, an adult who treated even little kids with respect, but because it was just a little short of going to the dentist. Yet I remember it fondly.

After the rescue cut from Murray




So, the weekend before our 1st grade pictures at Lafayette, I decided I could cut my own hair. I took a pair of scissors to my crewcut and got ‘er done. My mom came home, shrieked, dug in the closet for a baseball cap, and planted it firmly on my head. Good news – I was allowed to NOT go to church that Sunday! Woo hoo! This never happened unless you had been run through with a red hot poker or had some dread disease (a cold did not count).
Barbershops were generally closed on Mondays, but my mom called Murray and he came in and basically shaved my head, the only way to rectify my handiwork. Later that day, the school photo was taken, memorializing in perpetuity my self-shearing.





Mark (and his hair!) 2nd from left with brothers Bruce & Dan flanking
Fast way forward. When I was in my senior year at Oklahoma, I decided to let my hair grow. I was working at a hippie health food bakery, and no one even noticed, except my dad. He was extremely not happy about it and stopped helping me pay for school my last year. 


Eventually the need to get a real job and use my degree meant getting a haircut again. By now my hair was down to the middle of my back, a luxuriant mane. The nice lady (I went to a salon, not a barbershop this time) kindly braided my ponytail and cut it off in one fell swoop. It lived in that state for nearly a decade, sitting on a bookshelf, until I lost it in the war (my personal euphemism for losing things in a divorce, I hope that is not offensive to people who know what real war is.) I should add that when I showed up in class post-haircut, my students (I was teaching College Algebra at OU) booed me. Sigh.


Somewhere about 1997 I went into a real barbershop in San Leandro, California, on my way to work one day. It was a classic tiny 1960s strip mall thing, next to a donut shop. I had never been in this one, though I tried most of the ones I could find in San Leandro. I chatted with the man who cut my hair, told him I was working in Hawaii selling coffee, and he started telling me stories of his time in the military in Hawaii during WW2. In particular, he had more than one tale about getting into beefs with local mokes because soldiers had money to spend and local girls liked that… and the mokes did not. He also told me he was in the shop that day because he was helping his buddy, the owner, who had family in town and was taking the day off.

When the haircut was done, the barber handed me a green plastic comb, imprinted with “Happy Birthday from Bud.” I thanked, him, though it was not my birthday. I went back a few weeks later and the owner did not know who this "Bud" was I was talking about. Cheeken skin! (that’s Hawaiian pidgin for goose flesh). I came up with a few explanations but am sticking with my favorite – an encounter with a spirit barber. I use the same “Bud” comb every day now, for good luck.


When we moved to Oakland also 1997, we had a neighbor, John Cerrone, a true curmudgeon, and funny as hell. I am guessing he is 80 by now. He often walked his dog by the house, a pug, and proved the maxim that people often look like their dogs. He grew up in Boston, he still has a very heavy Boston accent, which he uses to full effect talking about his old friends, people with names like Johnnie and Rocko, who you don’t mess with. I used to see if I could overwhelm him with homemade Bolognese, or homemade cannolis for Christmas. It was a ton of fun. What has this to do with barbers?
John "Carmen" Cerrone, inspiration for Shampoo??
John was a hair stylist in San Francisco starting in the late 1960s, his trade name was Carmen, his customers were famous. He is the person who convinced Joan Baez to cut her hair short (and then did it). He “hosted the likes of Sassoon and Paul Mitchell,” who took his ideas. He was also devastatingly handsome back in the day. He had me scan some of his pictures from then…I showed them to some of the other neighbors, who were speechless (reference walking the pug, above). He sent me a video of him giving Robert Duval a baldy way back when. Life is better than fiction if you pay attention.


So – how does all this have anything to do with our travel blog? (Cue Holy Grail: “He’s going to tell! He’s going to tell!

Living in Mexico on and off now for 2 years, I have had many haircuts in local shops where my not-so-great-yet Spanish makes me wonder what I will get. I have landed on a local place, Joe’s Barber Shop in Ajijic. I first saw the name on a float they were sponsoring in a desfile for Guadalupe through town. As I told son James when he and Mattie were visiting, you have not had a real haircut until you have a Mexican haircut.

Why? To start with, no one is in a hurry. They use scissors as well as clippers. They use a straight razor to trim up all the sides and such. I usually get the corte y barba, which means I get a beard trim and shave (with hot towels). Yes, here in dangerous Mexico, I expose my throat to a young Mexican man with a straight razor. I should also say, look at the young Mexican men and the care many of them take with their coifs. And after an hour, it costs 130 pesos (80 for pelo only) plus tip. Deal of the week. 
(Note: current exchange rate is 19 pesos per USD)

From Joe's facebook page...EN SERIO!!

Once again – Viva México (and barbers!)

2019 agosto