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I have lived in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for the past eleven years. During the Summer months the tropical climate of Mexico’s Pacific Coast regions escalates to
extreme temperatures and humidity. Tropical storms frequently slam the coast with tremendous bouts of lightening and thunder. I can see the storms roll in from
the ocean from my studio. The sky will darken and assume hundreds of shades of blue to deep grey and black, often punctuated with flashes of intense sunlight
striking the clouds and water. My house sits high on one finger of the Sierra Madre Mountains before it descends into the sea. It has a commanding view of the
Bay of Banderas and the oldest part of Puerto Vallarta, the colonia of “El Cerro” which translates as “The Little Mountain”. The name of my house is “Descansco
De Aldama” (The resting place of Aldama). For decades the landing in front of my front door had been the resting place for workers living on the mountain who
loaded the pineapples and bananas from the pongas to the ships anchored in the bay to congregate and rest after a days work before heading to their homes
farther up the mountain.
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