Mazatlán, ay, mi Mazatlán

I finally arrived in Mazatlán after a short, uneventful flight from Phoenix that lasted less than two hours. From the airport I took a taxi straight to the Ciudad de los Niños orphanage, where I was welcomed and offered my favorite quesadilla accompanied by refried beans.

The nuns who run the orphanage remain actively involved in daily life there, though their advancing years are visible. Sister Ofe playfully scolded me for not shaving for two days. Tomorrow I will go to Walmart to buy dog treats. A few dogs I’m not familiar with, and I need to properly introduce myself to them.

Later in the day I stopped by the Hamburgería and enjoyed an excellent burger. It struck me how much Tucson could use a spot like that; the kind of casual neighborhood joint that serves reliably good food. Naturally, I washed the meal down with Coca‑Cola from Mexico, which I find tastes better than the version back in the U.S. (Pepsi rules in AZ.)

More updates to come.