A thick American accent.

We are a little more than half done with our time here in Mazatlan. I am happy to report that the nice weather hasn't gotten boring yet.

I'm just posting more pictures for now, but I've been thinking about all sorts of things under the sun. My mind is whirling with thoughts on Tolstoy and the human condition. This resort is a strange context for russian literature, but those universal themes are a fascinating lens.



Local flamingos.


Bethany on the beach.



Carolyn and I relaxing at one of the pools.