Before we left I raided my stash of Mexican inspired images and ephemera.
This spread was done completely with detritus -or art supplies as I like to call them - picked up off the streets on a walk through the village one morning.
And this one with labels from various things we bought for dinners from the local store.
It was a wonderful trip and every time I look through this book it's like being back; feasting on fresh shrimp with a cerveza fria, listening to the sound of the waves and the chatter of children and feeling a warm breeze lift the hair off my drowsy brow. Que bueno!
Even as we California types sit in relative winter comfort, your journal and tales of Jalisco lure with the promise of even greater warmth and all that exotic - and free - ephemera which keeps memories so fresh. There could be no better souvenir. Do we miss cigar boxes full of domestic packaging simply because it is familiar? I vow to pay better attention.
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