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There is something about Mexico that lends itself to surrealism. Maybe it's the air; maybe it's the water, or the heat. My thinking - consider the mezcal, the tequila, the ayahuasca, the peyote. The country has a unique magic in the air, one that draws artists from around the globe; those with a propensity for the unusual in particular. I think of Carlos Casteńeda, a popular author back in my formative years. The Teachings of Don Juan and A Separate Reality were gobbled up by me and my classmates. The novels exposed us to novel thoughts regarding spirituality, magic, alternate universes, and mind altering substances. At the same time Bob Welch, as a member of Fleetwood Mac, sang about "a place down in Mexico where a man can fly over mountains and hills. And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine and he never will". No Airplane, No Engine Which leads to questions surrounding the artistic development here; one that predates '70s enlightenment and goes...

Firstly, this post and any others to follow represent a radical departure from any and all blogs written by me over the previous 15 years. In the past, I eschewed any potential writings which did not have their genesis in some form of community service undertaken by Lori and me. That is, with the exception of Yak and Yeti Take On Nepal . At the time my travel partner, friend, lawyer, and fellow wordsmith, Ron (Yeti) Levy forced me to write under threat of him writing one that would not end up being nearly as insightful or funny. Looking down the barrel of the future, and drinking from whatever barrel I find along the way, in response to a multitude* of folks who have said - "Burnett, I really enjoy reading your posts, you should write more", I have managed to crawl out from my introvert shell and hope to inform, amuse, educate, and entertain those of you who have stuck by me all these years. *at least one person I don't know how long, how often, or what types of material ...