SECOND Wind

I started this blog under the delusion that retirement would gift me endless hours to write about my oh-so-amazing adventures in Mazatlán. Please. Between the chaos, the distractions, and the occasional attempt at having a life, let’s just say… the blog had other plans.

The last time I posted was March and now—poof—it’s practically July. Bored? Not even close. Mazatlán is a non-stop parade of events, dinners, and general fabulousness. It’s like social whiplash. We actually have to strategically select what to do because everything’s happening, all the time. And the wild part? I haven’t had this many friends since high school. I’m 67, and yes, I still have enough energy to consider dancing on tables. Whether or not I get up there is another story—but the fact that it crosses my mind? That’s the win.

In our friend group, we’ve got the ultimate ringleader of fun: Sheryl Napolitano. And yes, I’m name-dropping because the woman deserves a standing ovation. She’s the unofficial (but very much in charge) party planner of Mazatlán. Always organizing, always including, and somehow always knowing exactly where to go, who can fix what, and how to get you there without breaking a sweat. And here’s the kicker—she’s actually the nicest, kindest, most dependable human. So if you’re wondering where I’ve been these past few months, just ask Sheryl. Or better yet, check her phone. She documents everything. If I so much as glance at a margarita, it’s probably in her camera roll.

Now, I’d like to say I’m going to be better about keeping up with this blog—and honestly, I should be, because you wouldn’t believe the stuff we get up to here. I’m still in awe, half the time wondering how this became my life. So today, I made a decision: I’m actually going to give it a real go. I love to write, and there’s so much coming up that I want to share with you. Big step—I made a list. A real, tangible, pen-to-paper list. I know. Genius. Who even am I?

Moving to Mazatlán has completely flipped the script on the life I thought I had left. If you’d told me five years ago that I’d be living here, doing this, I would’ve laughed in your face—probably mid-sip of something overpriced in a city I no longer miss. Funny how we make all these grand plans… and life just smirks and does its own thing anyway.

So, here we are. Stay tuned, because from this day forward (yes, I’m borrowing from wedding vows, and no, I’m not sorry), I promise to keep you entertained—through sickness, health, beach days, loud neighbors, and whatever else this beautiful chaos throws at me. It’s not quite a marriage… but let’s just say, the commitment feels real.

Hang tight. I’m coming in hot, with stories, sass, and all the sun-drenched adventure life in Mazatlán has to offer.