Frank,
I am about as white cracker as they come, but somehow, I must be mexican in spirit. I love the food, the women are gorgeous, the climate suits me just fine. I know enough terms in regards to landscape/gardening in spanish that I can pretend I can speak fluent (not even close) just to get my wife riled up. That you tube reminded me of being in "El Squid Row" down in Cabo San Lucas. We fished all day, ate fish all day/night, and drank all day/night. Me and the rest of the soda cracker gang would enjoy translating (our own ad lib stories) between the verses of the Mariachi songs when they would come and sing to us drunk Americans. I recall laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. We would tip them well, as happy drunks do. It was a few great trips down there a couple of decades ago. Those were great times. I carried my D2 Canoe today. It is hard to get that fat smaller blade under your finger nails to clean the dirt, but that sucker sure holds an edge. It was a great purchase.
