Normally, this time of the year I leave San Francisco for a
road trip visiting national parks and other places I love in the Western
U.S. Not this year, I am enjoying the
generosity of friends and hiding out down in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Lovely condo, right on the ocean, the
constant sound of the surf, some epic thunderstorms — the light, the sky, it’s
inspirational. The heat and humidity takes
some adjustment, but after a couple of days I have adapted – and slowed
down. Let taxis take you places – it is
too hot to walk at my San Francisco pace around town.
Armed with reading material and art supplies, I planned to
make some mail art to send from Mexico.
The closest post office is just beyond the touristy end of
town — an easy taxi ride. No line, no
waiting, and I checked earlier online, there are stamps for North America and
slightly higher priced ones for mailing overseas (just like it used to be in
the U.S. until recently). The postal
clerk asked me what I needed (amazingly I am able to communicate in my
rudimentary Spanish). Of course the
postal clerk looked in her folder of postage, and then decided that no, it
didn’t matter. It was all the same. Am I going to argue with a bureaucrat over 2
Pesos per stamp? Uh, no.
I also found a dollar store, er, no, a 25 Pesos store. Lotería cards! Play money! I had what I needed. I love how each bill of play money has “Billete cultural sin valor” printed in
big read letters. I am thinking of
getting a rubber stamp with that made up for all my mail art.
So yesterday two series of mail art were stuffed into the
mailbox. One a series of ten pieces with
the Puerto Vallarta Palette and
another stack that incorporated the Lotería
cards and play money.
