At sunset hub and I turn off the tv and grab a cocktail or coffee and tea and head up to the balcony or roof to watch in awe as the big orange Mexican sun turns the clouds in the west into a parade of pink and mauve candyfloss. It’s an amazing sight to witness and to hear as we listen to the gentle roar of the waves, crashing into the shore below. A couple of kids roll down the street on skateboards as the crickets chirp below us, and the geckos sing from one side of the house to the other.
Heat lightning flashes over head as a dog barks down the street.
This is the time of year International tourists find it too hot, and stay away. Many Mexican families head home after ending their summer vacations and Mazatlan takes on a peaceful and quiet feeling.
Out for an evening stroll a stray dog walks briskly down the road, oblivious to all the sudden barking he causes in each home he passes by.
To the east we can hear the faint voices and laughter of a family party.
70’s music can be heard to the north, down at a bar on the malacon. Not loud and intrusive, but rather soft and familiar, just playing in the background on this hot, tropical night.
Over to the west you can just about make out the lone rock in the ocean as the heat lightning lights up the waters. That lone rock, lifeless right now as the waves crash into it, awaits the return of the mating sea lions.
The hot and humid night air caresses us as we watch the dark evening skies grow brighter, as the rain clouds take over. The bright white signal lights in the harbour continue to flash their nightly directional warnings to boats and ships in the bay.
Thunder rolls in the distance and the heat lightning reminds me of the light that bounces off a photographers light umbrella, revealing the spotted clouds above and a sprinkling of stars as they play hide and seek with the night sky.
It’s at this time of year, here in Maz that you’re surrounded with a cavalcade of green. It’s a time of rebirth in the city. The tree tops look emerald green this time of year, as they dwarf the street lights below. Even the grasshoppers are lime green! The tall coconut trees below us blow in the gentle breezes, making the city lights twinkle through their branches.
Gentle breezes off the water turn the hot and humid night air just a tad chilly, as we wait for the evening rain.
A light comes on a few streets over and we see a couple relaxing, like ourselves on their roof, taking in all that is Maz at night.
It's here on our second floor balcony, with just enough room for a couple of chairs and a small table, Mazatlan stretches out before us in all its night time beauty. This really is a little piece of heaven right here on earth and hubby and I thank God each morning for being allowed the opportunity to enjoy itS beauty each and every day.
Just a few thoughts from 2 Canadians living and loving it in Mazatlan.
Linda and Hubby
