Monthly Archives: January 2015
Like any Mexican town, the plaza is the heartbeat of Tecate. Here’s where mariachis play their happy music, strolling musicians surround your table at the outdoor cafes while you sip a margarita with friends. There is an endless stream of people strolling, shopping, flirting. Lovers can sometimes be seen stealing a kiss under the arches of the kiosko. It’s safe to say there are a couple of hundred people in the plaza at any given time who at some point must yield to the demands of the body. The municipality has generously provided clean restrooms. ONE for him, ONE for her. There is a cordial woman attendant to greet you as you enter. If you are a woman she simply hands you a few squares of toilet paper and directs you to the right. The attendant is a very proper hostess If you are a man she is not going to inquire whether your intention is peepee or poopy. She is the epitome of discretion and very tactfully asks, “Will you want paper, señor?” and direct you to the left.
The attendant also sells a selection cookies, key chains and trinkets. Enjoy your visit.
I noticed a new sign at the entrance of the money exchange house in Tecate, USA.
ON THE FLOOR
Seems like a reasonable request but I’ll check the floor before I go in next time. Many thanks to Marty, Carmen, Roberto, Patty and Gabby who took the trouble to write and say how much they enjoyed the characters in my latest book, PLAY, MARIACHIS, PLAY! I think all authors enjoy hearing from their readers. Well, most of the time, anyway. Scroll down to read CHAPTER ONE.
Meet our local entomologist, another quirky character who contaminates the pages of my new novel. You’ll see him ambling through he plaza with a small supply of worms, beetles,caterpillars, roaches and other creepy crawlies. “You choose my lunch. I eat,” is his standard line. The idea is you give him a coin and point to the most repulsive invertebrate in his collection. He’ll pull out the squirmy insect with flailing legs, pop it in his mouth and eat it! Then, he’ll rub his tummy theatrically. Gag! I have no idea what the man’s name is. Everybody here calls him El Cochinito. Scroll down a bit and read CHAPTER ONE of PLAY, MARIACHIS, PLAY!