We're just in the groove here. I find it generally takes six weeks to make just about anywhere feel like home. By that I mean, one knows the main highlights and all the necessities for getting by. It is the time when one's way around no longer feels odd. A new routine has now been established and less learning takes place.
Today, we went to the main Centro market this morning for another kilo chunk of freshly smoked tuna. This and smoked marlin have become welcomed additions to our diets in Mazatlan. Also, we Whatsapped our Airbnb host's dentist. We'll have our teeth cleaned and Jay chipped a filling. Better to get that sorted out in the remaining couple of weeks.