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Mazatlan: 25 Days

The orphanage is located somewhere off a dirt road in a neighborhood that, to my eyes, is really a mysterious maze of other dirt roads, along which sit ramshackle buildings, some vacated and some lived in, automobiles that both work and don’t work, (and I’ve learned you can never tell just by looking at the vehicle … Continue reading

Mazatlan: 15 Days

Indoor aisles with concrete floors and fluorescent lighting. Water on the floor in random puddles. Mismatched flooring, some tile here, concrete there, plywood there… My ears pick out the different noises. Children laughing. A large knife chopping roughly through raw chicken. A small knife sawing through beef bones. What I think must be banda music, only because it … Continue reading