So to jump right into this blog thing, Nemo scratched the hell out of our motel room door while my wife and I sipped yummy margueritas in Matehuala. Our first real dinner after days of tuna & crackers on the road, we returned to our room to find it locked from within by our six month old puppy, Nemo. Becky found a rusty wire in the weeds, so I poked and wiggled it thru the partially opened door while our dogs howled to be relieved from their Mexican hell. Miraculously, the door opened and we discovered the torn carpet, pee stains, and scratched door within.
To back up a bit, we left Nashville last Sunday for a summer adventure with only a vague idea of how we would drive south: Nashville, Locust Bayou (to visit Becky's parents), Victoria, McAllen, Matehuala, Patzcuaro. That wasn't our original itinerary, but that's how we went, with very few turnarounds…suffering only one 350 peso mordida. Traveling the flatlands at 70 mph we enjoyed dozens of Ed Ruscha scenes in towns called Alice, Edna, and Plain Dealing. After the border, and the honking of Reynosa, we drove thru northern Mexico at 110 kph, passing hundreds of painted Vulca tires and thousands of Krazy Kat trees.
The dogs have traveled like champs, though I'm sure they think we're on the lamb or in some sort of purgatory, destined to pee behind truckstops throughout eternity. It has been an inspiring trip so far, and the critters seem to love their new digs in Patzcuaro (we made it). Amused by the rooftop dogs and streetwise chickens, our companions are settling in for a summer in the cool mtns of Michoacan. Our sojourn will definitely revolve around them.
