12 months ago today. . .

Many of you ask, " how much of the Mad Gringo story is true?"

I bob and weave with the best of 'em, because it's fun, but the story is true.

Since it was 12 months ago this week, I dug up a few pics from the trip to post here. . .untouched of course. No Mad Gringo shirts in these pics - my inner MG was just getting restless.

First blood red sunset: (where I learned that bugs come out at dusk)

My morning view:

My backyard for a week:

Mi esposa on the streets of town: (don't tell her she's on the site - she's publicity shy)

Me and my lovely bride - notice the lack of a Mad Gringo tropical shirt. I was still in banker-land - suits, neckties and golf shirts. Shudder.

Lots of cerveza. Lots of tequila. Good friends and adventures with a deeply tanned man shucking oysters.

Plans were being made . . . you can see the fear in my lovely bride's eyes.

Mad Gringo indeed.

Go slow.