San Pancho Piña is my name

They changed my name. I'm now Pineapple Boy!

They changed my name.
I’m now Pineapple Boy!

When I got here to San Pancho, Mexico fulltime three years ago I noticed that when I would introduce myself the locals from here would look at me funny. Well after a while I realized they were having a rough time with my name. When they would try to say my name Earl would come out EAAHHH and I decided to look for a change of name. I thought of changing it to Earaldo, because I met a man in town named Earl and he changed his to Earaldo. I thought  about it and i decided not to do it, because I didn’t like the way it sounded.
Well most of you know I wear Hawaiian shirts everyday and have for about 20 years. Many of my shirts have pineapples on them and some of the locals noticed, so a few started calling me Piña  and I liked it and it stuck and I have gotten real comfortable with it.  It seems that most of the locals will tell you what your name has been changed to. I guess if it’s a bad name they keep it amongst themselves and whisper it to each other and laugh. Gringos do seem to  get a nickname after they have been here for a while. My Brother in law is gran bigote which is large mustache and he does have a huge mustache.
It is really kind of an honor to pick up a new name in our new Country. When I go down the main street in the village I hear the young dudes yell out…..Hey Piña!! It makes me feel really great……Come on down to Mexico and stay a while and let us help you with your new nickname……Your going to love it! See you here at Riviera Nayarit, Mexico #sanpancho,

San Pancho’s Eva writes a cookbook


eva at book signing


Eva writes a cookbook and many from San Pancho show up to wish her well. last night at entre amigos there was a gathering of folks who were there to celebrate Eva’s new book. She was all smiles and there was a story that went with the cooking classes that became the now printed cookbook. Eva’s son was heading to college and he didn’t have a computer, so Eva decided to open her restaurant for people to come and learn how to cook what she had learned during her entire life. She was overwhelmed with the number of folks that showed up. Just after the fourth week she had enough money to pay for her sons computer. That was such a great feeling that now she decided she should put out the cookbook to raise the money to get married. Now the classes are in full swing and the book is doing well, so soon I believe she will be walking down the isle. With the biggest smile on her beautiful face. She has a restaurant right around the corner from and serves up some awesome food. Tell her Earl and Jane sent you.


Who let the dogs out?


Do Mexican dogs bark louder than American Dogs?

When we first got here to Riviera Nayarit MEXICO 10 Years ago I noticed a real large mangy dog population everywhere roaming the streets in all the villages along the ocean up the coast from Puerto Vallarta. Most of the dogs looked pretty much the same, small white dogs about a foot tall that had turned brown and black from the sandy streets. It seems as though someone came and dropped off about five dozen of the same looking dogs to each village up the coast then left (laughing).

Dogs here sleep in the streets and will not move when you drive down the streets in your car. I think it’s, because they party all night stay awake barking and running out in front of the Bungalow’s and all over town and down to the beach and by morning they are really tired. At the beach they act just like the tourists, as they are everywhere playing and swimming and they are having a blast.

I kind of liked the idea of a free for all dog World. We came from such an uptight dog world in the U.S. It is so different here than in the states where soon they will pass new laws where you have to have your dog on a leash even in your living room. Now that I have been here for a bunch of years things have changed. The dogs still run wild and it seems as though each and everyone in the villages joined in and got one or two new breeds of dogs for themselves, but I will say it seems that every dog has an owner.

If they pass a law like in the states about every dog needs to be on a leash…..I’m going to open a leash store and get rich. Lately our neighborhood has started to look like a summer spa retreat for dogs of every breed, as there are dogs everywhere. They are really not bothering anyone, but me. I can’t help it I just get a little (no a lot) irritated with all the barking. We got ourselves a bark fest day and night. I’m really not sure what they bark about, but they must be having fun. I actually think they know it irritates me.

We have a little tiny dog a few doors down that knows when the other big dogs that live right around Roberto’s Bungalow’s are locked in, because she comes around and taunts them through the gates and windows and up on their balcony’s with her little squeaky bark and then all hell breaks loose, as she is having the time of her life.

I was so excited to have some of my really good friends move in the neighborhood until I found out they were coming with two huge dogs with what I believe to be the loudest barking dogs in the village. I think one day I looked over on their deck and I saw both dogs standing on their back legs barking into megaphones pointed right at me.

If you measured the distance from their mouths from where they lay and bark all day and night to my pillow It’s probably only about twenty feet. It’s almost like they are in bed with me, so I wear ear plugs and many times put my pillow over my head, so I don’t go out of my mind. If I’m not mistaken I think they bark at every leaf that falls from the trees and vines and we live in the jungle.

Many nights you will find me on my front deck right out over the street below in my underpants half asleep with a flashlight that I bought, because someone told me dog’s don’t like bright light, so I bought one that was supposed to be 180 times brighter than any flashlight. It’s bright enough to see from my deck to the end of town, or maybe even all the way to Russia, so when the barking gets out of control I point it at the dogs next door and one goes and lays down (good dog) and the other looks at me and barks even louder and I think I can see him laughing at me. Maybe it’s time for U.S. laws here on the coast……..No -Not on your life….just going to go with the flow. I’m just going to look at it as real loud bad polka music