Mid-week. Wednesday. “Hump day.” We decided we needed to get out, see a bit of the “interior” of our beloved Mazatlán that we hadn’t seen in a while. Not like we don’t often do that, but, hey, it’s Wednesday and we’ve been working hard …
We ended up driving toward Infiernillo. We were so very psyched to spend time noticing just how clean everything looks, we suppose after it was cleaned up from the flooding last year. Danny’s Scout troop has gone out there many times cleaning up. But this was obviously a clean-up of larger, more mechanistic proportions. Well done, city!
We stopped at a little mariscos and taquería that Greg had noticed yesterday, when he was refilling the gas for the grill. It is called El Pariente, and it did not disappoint.
The owner was very gregarious, and worked busily on the outdoor grill. His wife worked the indoor kitchen.
Despite the pull of the ceviche de jaiba and other cold dishes, we all ordered shrimp: camarones rancheros and
camarones a la diabla. Both were really tasty, portions were huge (we couldn’t finish), and
prices were definitely right: 80 pesos per plate.
Plus, the view was very pleasant!
After lunch we drove around the other side of the estero, past the fishing pangas,
the recycling truck,
the gas delivery truck,
the roof dog protecting a roof-top camper shell (?),
and a hand painted and festively decorated mural of the Virgen.
All in all, a most welcome mid-week respite to recharge our batteries and ground ourselves in the reality and security of our beloved city before we headed back to work.