I am sitting here at my desk gazing out at the sun glinting off the deep topaz Pacific, creating diamonds in my vision. The ocean stretches to fill my view, meeting a sky so bright and blue it could have been delivered by Tiffany's. The recent rains have turned the three islands into verdant hills that bisect my view. Up close, the waves gently crash on the shore, creating an impossibly white foam that contrasts with the deep golden sand. A fresh ocean breeze sends the palm fronds to swaying and tickles the hair on my neck. It's another perfect day here in paradise, and I'm sick of it.

We have been avoiding opening a Mexican bank account. Everyone we have talked to has told us it is a long, grueling process that takes most of a day. I certainly didn't want anything to do with that. I have much better things to do with my time than sit in a bank all day, thank you. And really, we have gotten along just fine without one. All our money is in an American bank account that we access through an ATM without problems. In fact, our bank charges us no fees to use any ATM anywhere in the world, so keeping our American bank account has been a very practical and economical choice. Until now.

Joss Whedon, the king of camp, my hero and the most under appreciated man in television, has done it again. If you are not watching Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, you are really, really missing out. It's vintage superhero camp in three easy-to-digest webisodes, and you can watch for free at drhorrible.com.

I know I have been a bad blogger lately. My posts have been sporadic at best. Even this doesn't really qualify as a post; it is an excuse for not posting. I am truly sorry, internet. But the good news is that my lack of posting is due to an upswing in our new business. It seems that word has finally gotten out that I am the best web developer in all of Mazatlan. Well, okay, good enough to talk to. And that means I have had a lot of meetings, which as I mentioned before, take hours.

Almost no one uses the mail system here. All of our bills are hand delivered. There is practically no direct mail marketing. When someone has a sales circular or flyer to distribute, they hire people to stand at busy intersections and hand them out to passing motorists. Some people refuse them, but I always eagerly stick my hand out the window when it's my turn. The ads are a good basic Spanish lesson and a great way to find out about small stores in the area.