THE THREE RIVER VALLEYS OF MAYO, YAQUI INDIANS and TROGANS

Where was Don Juan Matus these days. I think I see him everywhere. Now that Carlos Castaneda had moved on, his stories  left an indelible impression upon us with tales of the "Yaqui ways of Knowledge."  It made Mexico even more appealing to us Old Hipster spinning tales of mystery and magic that makes Mexico so special.

With the border delay,  Ellen and I decided to spend the evening in Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora have a shower and nice dinner and because it was her keystone birthday. We parked our rig and took a taxi to a night club filled with emerging urbane Millennium gens. After several Bohemias, Ellen and I  shared a dish of well presented Chile Rellenos, and a sea bass from the coast. We watched the street life go by at table side and stopped on the way back for an ice cream so famous in Mexico because they use cane, not sugar beet or corn Fructose .  Even bought the driver a cone and he was delight at our goodwill ambassadorial gestures.  It was back to the hotel where Ellen slept soundly while I had to cope with Mexican TV soaps to get me off my sugar high and put me down.


Alamos is a very unique village nested in the foothills above Navajoa  near the Chihuahua-Sinaloa borders. The mines sent Silver fortunes to China and Spain  and today the restored  architectural relics of a 17th century a Spanish period captures the traveler thirst for beauty and culture. The Musica festival each February in Alamos brings world class opera and symphonies for a week long festival. Seldom can one pass shoot doves and and attend a Russian Soprano singing Verdi within the same day