Podcasts about Ensenada

Interview by Kris PetersThirty years after the tragic loss of frontman Bradley Nowell, California's premier ska-punk icons Sublime have defied the impossible. The band has returned with their new album Until the Sun Explodes (June 15), their first full-length studio album of entirely original material since 1996. Arriving via Atlantic Records, this highly anticipated 21-track LP is a monumental generational handoff. Stepping into the frontman role is Bradley's son, Jakob Nowell, who unites with original founding members Eric Wilson (bass) and Bud Gaugh (drums) to create a record that feels less like a modern reboot and more like a beautifully crafted epilogue.To capture the definitive, sun-soaked identity of the band, Jakob and producer Jon Joseph meticulously catalogued every chord progression, sonic texture, and lyrical boundary of the classic Sublime discography. The result is a vibrant resurrection of their signature formula: an intoxicating blend of reggae-infused punk, dub, hip-hop, and Southern California absurdism. The rollout has already proven historically successful; the explosive lead single Ensenada spent eight weeks at No. 1 on Billboard's Alternative Airplay chart, eclipsing the chart-topping run of their 1996 timeless hit What I Got.While the music captures the nostalgic energy of the 1990s, the thematic core of the album rests heavily on legacy, sobriety, and profound gratitude. On the poignant title track, Until the Sun Explodes, Jakob's vocals eerily mirror his father's chill cadence as he sings directly to Bradley's memory: “Until the sun blows up in the sky/I owe you my life”. Rather than trying to rewrite history, Jakob has explicitly framed this album as a final, heartfelt thank-you letter to his father and the fans who kept the scene alive.HEAVY sat down with Jakob to dive deeper. We ask about the difficulties he faced with making an album that represented the entire career of Sublime, while still making it sound fresh and vibrant, asking if he and the rest of the band sat down and studied past releases to get the sound they were after or if it was more of a natural process."A little bit of both," he replied. "There's a lot of study going into it for me and our producer, John. We wanted to really do our work and take this gig seriously. Every single released piece of Sublime media and all of the interviews and the bootlegs, and then going back and listening to all of their influences and all the bands that really made them excited. We wanted to factor all this in so the sounds we were using had some precedent in the Sublime release catalogue, so we weren't just pushing the sound in some random directions for no reason. Then bringing Bud and Eric in to write these songs and fleshing them out with those two, who obviously already know how to make Sublime records, that part was the most natural part."We ask Jakob if he felt much internal or external pressure to get it right on the album."Yeah, yeah," he nodded. "Pressure abounds, for sure. We all deal with pressure differently, but acknowledging it is a big part of the process. I know how many people love Sublime, and I know how much my Father's legacy and memory mean to me and how much the very idea of even doing this might be ill-advised or fraught with peril. I think I had to go into it with that amount of respect. The way that I deal with all those expectations and fears and imposter syndrome is I try to remember at the end of the day, 'okay, this is important and is deserving of my respect, and I'm gonna take this job seriously as a professional'. But at the end of the day, I always say we're not curing cancer here. We're making rock and roll music (laughs). That is something I believe I know how to do."In the full interview, Jakob talks more about the new and final Sublime album, including the musicality present and what they were going for. He tells us about the pressures of not only filling his Father's shoes as frontman, but also personal fears and expectations around doing his Dad justice.We spoke about Jakob's first time fronting Sublime in the studio and how he feels about it, the fact that this is Sublime's final album and what the future holds. The album collaborations were fleshed out, and we talked about Sublime's recent shows at Red Rock Ampitheatre and plans for the rest of the year, plus more.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/heavy-music-interviews--2687660/support.

Me encantan estos episodios. Aprendizajes random, curiosidades y asuntillos que me traje de una semana en Ensenada, Baja California, metido de lleno en el corazón de los vinos mexicanos.――――――――――――――――――――――Esto es MeLoDijoBraga El Podcast. Yo soy Mariano Braga y te espero cada lunes, miércoles y viernes con un nuevo episodio lleno de charlas, experiencias, curiosidades y consejos desde mi mirada del mundo del vino. Para más información, te invito a navegar estos enlaces:➡ Recibe gratis “El Boletín Serial”➡ Mi página web➡ Sé parte del club¡Me encantaría que seas parte de esta comunidad gigante de bebedores seriales, siguiéndome en las redes!➡ Instagram ➡ Facebook ➡ Twitter ➡ YouTube ➡ LinkedIn ➡ TikTok ――――――――――――――――――――――No te olvides valorar nuestro podcast ★★★★★ y suscribirte para no perderte nada y que sigamos construyendo juntos la mayor comunidad de bebedores seriales de habla hispana.――――――――――――――――――――――

Esta mañana en #Noticias7AM entrevistamos a la ProfesoraTeté Manríquez, Iniciadora de la “Ley Teté”. Tema: Colectivos de personas con discapacidad impulsan la “Ley Teté”, una propuesta que busca establecer una cuota mínima del 5% de inclusión laboral en el sector público. El objetivo es garantizar oportunidades reales de empleo, accesibilidad en los espacios de trabajo y una participación más justa para las personas con discapacidad. La iniciativa surge desde la ciudadanía, con el fin de que las decisiones se construyan con la voz de quienes viven esta realidad todos los días.- En seguimiento a la agenda de inclusión impulsada en Ensenada, se propone garantizar que al menos el 5% de los espacios laborales en el sector público sean ocupados por personas con discapacidad.#Uniradioinforma

In this week's episode, I'm joined by my good friend, Chris, to talk about his recent Baja cruise from San Diego with his wife aboard the Disney Magic. The cruise called on Catalina Island and Ensenada, which we discuss, and we also talk about Chris's experiences sailing Concierge. Don't forget to connect with the show on X and on Instagram @theDCLdude, or on Facebook at facebook.com/dcldudepodcast. You can also check out my blog at www.thedcldude.com. If you have any ideas for future episodes, I'd love to hear them! Finally, if you're thinking about booking a Disney Cruise, don't go it alone! Send me an email at wes@mickeyworldtravel.com for a FREE quote and find out how to get some onboard credit to spend on your cruise!

Miguel Ángel González Suárez te presenta el Informativo de Primera Hora en 'El Remate', el programa matinal de La Diez Capital Radio que arranca tu día con: Las noticias más relevantes de Canarias, España y el mundo, analizadas con rigor y claridad. ASAGA Canarias reunión y almuerzo de su Junta Directiva en San Miguel de Abona. Presidenta Angela Delgado. Hoy hace 2 años: La ministra de Sanidad, Mónica García, ha confirmado que su departamento “trabajará” para comenzar a financiar gafas y lentillas. Hoy hace 1 año: El Cabildo de Gran Canaria aprueba una resolución a favor de una tasa turística “para compensar sus consecuencias negativas” Hoy se cumplen 1.546 días de guerra entre Rusia y Ucrania. 4 años y 78 días y …40 días de Guerra en Oriente Próximo y 36 días de Alto el fuego. Hoy es jueves 14 de mayo de 2026. Día Continental del Seguro. El 14 de mayo se celebra el Día Continental del Seguro en España y América. La razón de elegir esta fecha es porque en ese mismo día, pero del año 1908, se estableció la primera Ley reguladora en España del Seguro privado. Asimismo, este mismo día, pero del año 1946 se celebró en Nueva York la primera conferencia Hemisférica de Seguros. La primera ley que supervisó el seguro privado estableció las normas básicas para su regulación, sentando así las bases legales para este sector avanzado. Esta ley, conocida como la Ley reguladora de las Compañías de Seguros, fue considerada muy progresista en Europa, aunque solo estuvo en vigor hasta 1954, cuando fue reemplazada por nuevas leyes. 1643.- Proclamación de Luis XIV como rey de Francia. 1737.- Felipe V de España crea el Consejo del Almirantazgo y nombra secretario del mismo al marqués de la Ensenada. 1796.- Primera prueba de la vacuna de Jenner contra la viruela. 1897.- El físico e inventor italiano Marconi realiza la primera transmisión de radio de la historia. 1939.- Comienza el racionamiento de alimentos en España, hasta junio de 1952. 1948.- David Ben Gurión proclama en Tel Aviv, el Estado de Israel al concluir el mandato británico en Palestina. 1955.- Como réplica a la OTAN, ocho países de la Europa del Este (la URSS, Albania, Bulgaria, Checoslovaquia, Hungría, Polonia, Rumanía y la R. D. Alemana) firman el Pacto de Varsovia. 1956.- Comienza a publicarse el cómic "Capitán Trueno", del escritor y guionista Víctor Mora. Tal día como hoy, un 14 de mayo de 1962, Don Juan Carlos de Borbón, entonces príncipe de España, contrae matrimonio en Atenas con la princesa Sofía de Grecia. 1977.- Don Juan de Borbón renuncia a sus derechos a la Corona de España y a la titularidad de la Casa Real. 2000.- Los servicios penitenciarios israelíes liberan al histórico líder de Hamas, jeque Salah Shehada. 2010.- El CGPJ suspende al juez de la Audiencia Nacional Baltasar Garzón tras la decisión del TS de abrir juicio oral contra el magistrado por investigar los crímenes del franquismo. Santoral para hoy, 14 de mayo: Santas Gemma Galgani, Justa y Henedina y Santos Matías, Poncio y Víctor. Trump y Xi acuden a un 'G2' en Pekín en busca de un orden mundial más previsible. Levantan parcialmente la cuarentena del crucero atracado en Burdeos tras un brote de gastroenteritis. Los negociadores de la UE pactan las cláusulas clave del acuerdo con EE.UU. La UE plantea destinar los ingresos del mercado de carbono a abaratar los fertilizantes de los agricultores. El Gobierno revela que el buque ruso hundido frente a Murcia llevaba reactores nucleares sin carga radiactiva. El Congreso retira temporalmente la acreditación a los agitadores ultra Vito Quiles y Bertrand Ndongo. El español con hantavirus aislado en el Gómez Ulla sigue con síntomas pero estabilizado. Feijóo apuesta por contratar 10.000 profesionales para abordar los problemas de salud mental. La ministra de Sanidad ruega a Clavijo que deje de alarmar sobre el brote de hantavirus: “No desinformes, por favor” Mónica García ha vuelto a insistir en que el operativo del MV Hondius en Tenerife ha sido un "ejemplo de cooperación, diplomacia y eficacia" Un día como hoy en 1998 fallece la voz: Frank Sinatra, cantante y actor estadounidense.

Educadora, líder comunitaria y defensora de la educación para personas inmigrantes y familias latinas en el estado de Washington. Originaria de Ensenada, Alma estudio Informática en Mexico y ha dedicado gran parte de su vida profesional a abrir oportunidades educativas para la comunidad latina inmigrante.Actualmente trabaja en programas de educación para adultos y preparación académica en Renton Technical College, apoyando a personas que desean terminar la preparatoria, continúan estudios universitarios y construir nuevas oportunidades profesionales. También se ha desempeñado como interprete medica bilingüe y profesora de Highline College.Mucha gente de la comunidad latina ha recibido el apoyo y la inspiración de la Maestra Alma

¡Benvenuti alienigena!

Join us as we welcome back Patreon member Dennis to discuss his family's recent 4-night adventure aboard the Disney Wonder. Sailing out of San Diego, this trip report provides an inside look at Disney Cruise Line's classic ship and the unique experience of cruising with adult children. From the convenience of the Wyndham Bayside Hotel to the “Stem to Stern” wine tasting, this episode is packed with tips to help you cruise a little smarter. Dennis shares details on favorite dining spots like Tiana's Place and explains why the French Quarter Lounge became their go-to spot for live music. We also dive into the logistics of the San Diego port, stateroom configurations, and how to make the most of your Disney cruise vacation. Whether you’re interested in specialty beverage packages or navigating the ship’s photo services, this overview of the Disney Wonder has something for every DCL fan. Main Segment TopicsPlanning a “Last Hurrah”: Why Dennis chose the Disney Wonder for a final vacation before his sons became college-bound empty nesters.San Diego Logistics: The benefits of staying at the Wyndham Bayside Hotel and dining at Brantin pre-cruise.Stateroom Layouts: Reviews of two Deck 6 aft veranda staterooms and the convenience of the balcony divider.Dining Reviews: Experiences at Cabanas for embarkation lunch and dinner highlights at Tiana's Place.Adult Onboard Activities: Taking part in “Stem to Stern” wine tastings and enjoying the spa with adult-aged children.Beverage Traditions: Upgrading the family “Dole Whip” tradition to the adult version with rum at Frozone's. Episode SummaryDeparture Port: The family sailed out of San Diego, California, which Dennis describes as the most convenient port he has used.Itinerary & Stops: This was a 4-night cruise that included a sea day, with stops at Catalina Island and Ensenada, MexicoThe Ship: The voyage took place aboard the Disney Wonder. Find Dennis on Podcast Startdust: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/podcast-stardust/id1484270010 Want to be on the show? Fill out this form, and we'll be in contact with you real soon!https://dclpodcast.com/want-to-be-on-the-show/Support our show via Patreon:http://www.patreon.com/dclpodcastUse Christy's Travel Services:https://dclpodcast.com/book-with-christy/Follow the DCL Podcast via:http://www.facebook.com/dclpodcasthttp://www.instagram.com/dcl_podcastFollow Lake at:https://www.instagram.com/mouse.genhttps://www.youtube.com/@MouseGenFollow Christy at:http://www.packyourpixiedust.comhttps://www.instagram.com/packyourpixiedust

Tema del Día: Cosas que te prenden... En entrevista Gracia Castillo, quien viene a platicarnos de sus shows en Ensenada, Mexicali y Tijuana. Lunes de recomendaciones con Nico. Muchos regalos para nuestros oyentes.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of The Travel Tidbits Podcast, Jamie is joined by her husband, Mike, to recap their spring break sailing aboard Royal Caribbean's Quantum of the Seas. Traveling with three generations, including Jamie's parents-in-law and their three teens, this episode dives into what it's really like to cruise as a large, multi-age family.They share their overall impressions of the ship, what stood out most about the experience, and how cruising made it easy to balance different interests and energy levels across the group. A highlight of the trip was an unexpected upgrade to a Grand Loft Suite, giving them access to the exclusive Star Class experience. Jamie and Mike break down what that level of luxury actually looks like, from the spacious two-level suite to the personalized service of their Royal Genie.The conversation also compares different stateroom categories, including an ocean view room and a junior suite, offering helpful insight into which options might be the best fit depending on travel style and budget.Beyond the ship, they discuss their port stops in Cabo and Ensenada, sharing the unique vibe of each destination and what made those days memorable.If you're considering a cruise, especially with a mix of ages or wondering if Star Class is worth it, this episode offers a real-life perspective to help you decide.As always, if you're ready to start planning your next vacation, Jamie and the Pineapple Escapes team is here to help. Travel makes life sweeter.

Episodio #30 con mi gran amigo Mario Hernandez, músico originario de Ensenada, Baja California, cuya pasión por el mariachi nació desde muy joven, inspirado por las tradiciones y el legado de su familia. A lo largo de su trayectoria, ha formado parte de dos de los grupos de mariachi más reconocidos y populares, consolidándose como un vihuelista comprometido con la excelencia y el orgullo de sus raíces. En su testimonio, comparte cómo inició su amor por esta música tan representativa de México, así como la emoción y el honor que siente al ver que su hija continúa con la tradición, convirtiéndose en la cuarta generación de mariachis en su familia.Episode #30 my good friend Mario Hernandez, a musician originally from Ensenada, Baja California, whose passion for mariachi was born at a very young age, inspired by his family's traditions and legacy. Throughout his career, he has been a member of two of the most renowned and popular mariachi groups, establishing himself as a vihuelista committed to excellence and proud of his roots. He shares how his love for this music—so emblematic of Mexico—first began, as well as the emotion and honor he feels seeing his daughter carry on the tradition, becoming the fourth generation of mariachis in his family.Con Lisa Hernández séptima generación , hija de Pedro Rey.Follow us:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mariachiymasoficial/Tiktok:https://www.tiktok.com/@mariachiymasoficialFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61558870352458Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lisahernandezoficial/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@MariachiYMasoficial Sponsor: https://www.instagram.com/theflotworld/

A 4-night Disney Wonder Baja cruise plus Disneyland trip was fun but chilly, with Catalina a highlight and Ensenada skippable. Disneyland was low-key with standby lines and shows, and the recap favors longer cruises while teasing future trips.   Links: WDW Prep Toolkit Small World Vacations Disney Cruise Line Request The Anaheim Hotel   Leave me a message (including trip report submissions) Please use the SpeakPipe link below to leave us a message with your first name, location, and trip info. Be sure to include your exact trip dates, who is in your party, where you will stay, and anything unique about the trip. You can do that using your computer or phone at https://www.speakpipe.com/WDWPrepToGo   Subscribe to get new episodes There are a few ways to get new episodes of WDW Prep to Go (if you're used to listening on the website, subscribe so you can take new episodes with you on your phone) Subscribe in iTunes  (and please leave a review!) Subscribe to the podcast   Follow on social media Instagram Facebook Pinterest YouTube   Ways to support us Become a Patron Get a quote request for a future trip from Small World Vacations Subscribe to the WDW Prep School weekly newsletter Podcast Episode Finder Visit the site Things we recommend   Affiliate Links: Amazon DVC Rentals Quicksilver Tours and Transportation Small World Vacations Designer Park Co - Use code "WDWPrep" to save 10%

En más notas, detienen al alcalde de Tlalnepantla por presunto abuso sexual contra una persona menor de edad, por otra parte, marchan en Ensenada para exigir justicia por feminicidio de ex reina de belleza Carolina Flores, en más notas, instalan arcos detectores en los cinco accesos de la Zona Arqueológica de Teotihuacán. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The latest episode of "Damn We Grown" is officially here, and y'all, it's a whole mood. Tiff and Mike are back on the couch, bringing you that straight-from-the-heart soul as they navigate the beautiful, chaotic, and sometimes painful reality of being an actual adult.The episode kicks off with that universal realization: you wake up, the bills are due, you can't just run to mom and dad's house anymore, and suddenly your back decides it's retired before you are.The Infamous Tire Incident: Mike shares the "soul-crushing" story of how he went to put air in his tire and his 45-year-old back said, "Absolutely not."The Struggle is Real: Mike spent the days leading up to their family cruise unable to even bend over to tie his shoes. As he puts it: "Either you're getting old or you're dying."Despite Mike's back betrayal, the family made it onto their Royal Caribbean cruise to Catalina and Ensenada.Maddie's Best Life: Their 12-year-old daughter, Maddie, was living like a VIP with a 1:00 AM curfew and a room card she used to hit the buffets with her friends.Tiff's First-Day Fail: Tiff, who usually has "sea legs," got taken out by motion sickness on the first night after a long day of packing the car (because Mike couldn't lift anything!) and forgetting to eat.The duo dives into the recent Coachella madness, from "Dust Storms" that sent tents flying like birds to the wild scams hitting the desert.The $20,000 Bait-and-Switch: They discuss the "alleged" Airbnb scams where hosts cancel bookings last minute only to relist the same house for double the price.The "Poor" Section: Tiff and Mike laugh about how their past "car camping" experiences would officially put them in the "Hunger Games/Poor" category of Coachella today.The episode gets deep as they discuss the rising cost of... well, everything.The Grocery Store Blues: From $7 orange juice to $9 sausage packs, Tiff breaks down how a $100 grocery run now only lasts a few days. Even the struggle-meal staple, Ramen, has jumped from 10-packs for $1 to 67 cents a package!The Strategy: They discuss the necessity of side hustles, investing, and "adapting to evolve" in a world where AI is starting to replace traditional jobs."We don't die, we multiply."Whether you're dealing with a locked-up back, overpriced cilantro, or just trying to figure out how to retire before the robots take over, this episode is the soulful companion you need.Catch the full episode on YouTube, Spotify, or Apple Podcasts!

This episode explores the shipyards, political intrigue, and naval ambitions of 18th-century Spain at a pivotal moment in its emergence as a modern maritime power. Once dominant in the wake of its vast American empire, Spain by the mid-1700s faced a rapidly changing world, as Britain and France competed fiercely for control of the seas.At the centre of this transformation lay the Marquess de la Ensenada, an ambitious and influential minister determined to rebuild Spain's naval strength. His reforms reshaped the navy from the ground up: new bases rose at Ferrol, Cartagena, and La Carraca; naval administration was overhauled; officers were professionalised; and shipbuilding became a central priority of the state.Looking beyond Spain's borders, Ensenada's programme embraced foreign expertise. British shipbuilding methods were adopted, officers were sent abroad to gather knowledge, and skilled shipwrights were discreetly recruited from London—efforts that sometimes edged into espionage. The result was a bold and complex naval experiment that brought both friction, and lasting impact.Dr Sam Willis spoke with Dr Catherine Scheybeler to explore the ambitions, achievements, and limitations of Ensenada's naval revolution, and its enduring significance in the history of European sea power. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

After struggling to write a novel about the last days of Billy the Kid, travel writer and Mark Twain scholar Charles Neider found his inspiration by heading to the Monterey coast and creating his own version of the "the greatest gunman alive at the time of his death." Published in 1956, The Authentic Death of Hendry Jones is a fictionalized take on the mythologized outlaw, relocating the mesas of New Mexico to the beaches of Ensenada and Punta del diablo and providing a lyrical and haunting prose which ended up inspiring both Marlon Brando's One-Eyed Jacks and Sam Peckinpah's Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. Despite its almost legendary reputation, Hendry Jones ended up falling into obscurity compared to other lauded 20th century Western novels. If anybody appreciates the influence of an underrated Western book, it's artist/historian David Lambert, who previously talked with us about Richard Brautigan's The Hawkline Monster and Crow Killer by Thorp and Bunker. Lambert returns to the podcast to celebrate the recent republishing of Neider's novel by digging deep into this rich psychological character study and its unique historical and geographical observations, as well as the shockingly faithful screenplay adaptation by Peckinpah and Brando's not-so-faithful screen version. David Lambert on X: x.com/DavidLambertArt David Lambert on bsky: @davidlambertart.bsky.social The Pink Smoke on X: x.com/thepinksmoke John Cribbs on X: x.com/thelastmachine

Bienvenidos al capítulo 15 de Caos Sonoro, en esta gran colaboración con Mexapedia y Brutal Revista. En este episodio, Perry y JC de Goth Prods reciben a Ángel de Mexapedia y de la banda Ultar para traernos una charla llena de exclusivas, debate y mucho análisis de la escena nacional e internacional. Comenzamos celebrando el rotundo éxito del evento Metal Chingón en Mexicali y Ensenada, donde el talento nacional brilló y demostró que el metal mexicano tiene un nivel espectacular. Además, Ángel nos comparte dos primicias importantísimas: el inminente lanzamiento de la aplicación oficial de Mexapedia, que se coronará como la primera plataforma a nivel mundial dedicada a la música extrema y underground creada en México, y el estreno del nuevo sencillo de Ultar titulado "Cyrus Criticus", que verá la luz este 13 de abril con un sonido power progresivo mucho más crudo y oscuro. Entrando en la polémica de la semana, desmenuzamos la absurda propuesta de ley de los "lonches del bienestar", la cual sugiere permitir el ingreso de comida en tuppers a los conciertos masivos para combatir los altos costos, concluyendo que lo que realmente se necesita es una regulación justa de los precios dentro de los recintos. También ponemos bajo la lupa al Notfest 2026, criticando fuertemente sus nuevas membresías, los altísimos costos de las zonas VIP y la deficiente logística de los baños, aunque reconociendo que el cartel trae pesos pesados como Bad Omens y Lamb of Goth. Para cerrar, lamentamos el duro golpe que ha sufrido la escena underground de la Ciudad de México con el sorpresivo cierre de recintos emblemáticos como el Gato Calavera y La Piedad Live Music, analizando los factores vecinales, comerciales y urbanos que están asfixiando los espacios para las bandas emergentes. ¡Preparen sus tuppers, pónganse cómodos y acompáñenos a disfrutar de este caótico episodio! Dale play y súmate al epicentro del metal nacional. ️⚡ GothProds Links Spotify -https://open.spotify.com/show/2hnlgkcGNl9GOAPa0WT9HW?si=7e9b95f203464fe6 Apple Podcast — https://podcasts.apple.com/mx/podcast/goth-prods/id1606324255?l=en Amazon Music — https://music.amazon.com.mx/podcasts/d10f63b6-f4f3-4a91-b21d-d98c2b08ca01/goth-prods?ref=dm_sh_xBGgYoDaqnREmWm0IoJu5r4kd Facebook — https://www.facebook.com/Goth-Prods-104237088306624/ Instagram — https://www.instagram.com/goth_prods/ TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@goth_prods

Esta mañana en #Noticias7AM entrevistamos a Aarón Mastache Mondragón, Subdirector general de Infraestructura Hidroagrícola de Conagua.Tema: En un hecho histórico, Presidenta entrega por primera vez títulos de concesión de agua a Tijuana, Rosarito, Mexicali, Tecate y Ensenada.#Uniradioinforma

Mega desfile de catrinas tomará Paseo de la Reforma Aseguran más de 2 toneladas de buche de curvina en EnsenadaMéxico, Belice y Guatemala protegen la Selva MayaMás información en nuestro podcast#grc

A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually,“ I said."Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh,  Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young. Meryl rebutted. Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,,  and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to? I pleaded. It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait, The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.Molly, perhaps I m clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me? I had to ask.Oh, my God! Molly stared at me. All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she d have some friends to socialize with.Well, Molly confessed. I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.I went to the show, because we told her we d both join her, there. I explained. When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn t want to be away from you.Ah, really? That s so sweet! Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt.  I m so, so sorry.Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was hoping to get lucky with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.Oh, I was awful to you! Molly lamented. But I was also right about that slut s intentions, wasn t I? Molly paused, then added; When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn t come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn t even have lipstick smeared on your face.  This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace.  I literally cried. I don t deserve you. You don t deserve my juvenile drama. I d planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.You know, Molly I paused. Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming? Do you think we can both help to balance each other?Oh, I love that! Yes, let s balance each other.The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the ot

A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually,“ I said."Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh,  Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young. Meryl rebutted. Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,,  and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to? I pleaded. It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait, The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.Molly, perhaps I m clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me? I had to ask.Oh, my God! Molly stared at me. All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she d have some friends to socialize with.Well, Molly confessed. I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.I went to the show, because we told her we d both join her, there. I explained. When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn t want to be away from you.Ah, really? That s so sweet! Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt.  I m so, so sorry.Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was hoping to get lucky with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.Oh, I was awful to you! Molly lamented. But I was also right about that slut s intentions, wasn t I? Molly paused, then added; When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn t come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn t even have lipstick smeared on your face.  This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace.  I literally cried. I don t deserve you. You don t deserve my juvenile drama. I d planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.You know, Molly I paused. Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming? Do you think we can both help to balance each other?Oh, I love that! Yes, let s balance each other.The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the ot

A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually,“ I said."Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh,  Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young. Meryl rebutted. Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,,  and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to? I pleaded. It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait, The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.Molly, perhaps I m clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me? I had to ask.Oh, my God! Molly stared at me. All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she d have some friends to socialize with.Well, Molly confessed. I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.I went to the show, because we told her we d both join her, there. I explained. When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn t want to be away from you.Ah, really? That s so sweet! Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt.  I m so, so sorry.Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was hoping to get lucky with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.Oh, I was awful to you! Molly lamented. But I was also right about that slut s intentions, wasn t I? Molly paused, then added; When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn t come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn t even have lipstick smeared on your face.  This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace.  I literally cried. I don t deserve you. You don t deserve my juvenile drama. I d planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.You know, Molly I paused. Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming? Do you think we can both help to balance each other?Oh, I love that! Yes, let s balance each other.The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the ot

A choice, a trap, and a necklace.By HectorBidon. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.And yet, here we were.I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the midway of a county fair. Meryl had tagged along with Molly and me. We stopped at one of the taco stands for lunch.“So how did you guys meet?”Molly didn’t volunteer an answer. "Just here on the cruise, actually,“ I said."Really? See, aren’t cruises great?” Molly gushed.After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl asked our opinion about all the little nick-nacks she wanted to buy. When we got back to the van, I ended up sitting in the middle.“The nicest thing.” she said. “is that every day you make new friends.”We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a different direction to a picturesque winery. We sat around a table on a palm-shaded patio and sampled the different vintages. Meryl chatted on about Simi Valley and the cruise and her ex and the weather and the ship and the people she’d met. She got me to go into the little gift shop with her to help pick out a couple bottles.Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we’d made plans to see the comedy show with Meryl.“I’ve got a bit of a headache,” she said. “I think I’ll go back to the room.”Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to hear about Molly’s headache and put her hand on my arm to convey her concern. The show turned out to be pretty adult-rated, pretty raunchy in fact. Meryl yucked it upAfter the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck. The ship had set sail again and we were just passing the exposed wreck that lies up against the sea wall. Somehow Meryl managed to tuck herself inside my arm.“Wouldn’t you just love to go dancing?” she cooed.“I, uh,  Actually, I’ve kind of got to go now.”“But the night is still young. Meryl rebutted. Let’s at least stop by my room first.”“I’ve got to check on Molly.” I insisted“We can open one of the tequilas.”“Thanks, but,"It’s just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky tonight.”Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn’t need an etiquette book for this one. I finally managed to pry myself away,When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas, watching TV.“Is your headache any better?” I asked.She didn’t look up from the screen.I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was watching. A travelogue of some sort.“You didn’t miss much,” I said. “The show was kind of,”But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that I was interrupting her program. Something about the way the locals made their tortillas.OK. I got the message. She didn’t like the fact that I’d gone to the show with Meryl. I went into the bathroom to pee. I’d only been trying to be polite to a fellow cruise member. Was that a crime? Molly had been there when we’d made the plans. I thought that she’d been trying to be friendly too. That we’d sort of taken Meryl under our wing.I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the chair again. The secret to the tortillas, apparently, had something to do with lime juice.“I didn’t expect to see you back here tonight,” Molly said. In a sarcastic tone of voice. As if my presence was an imposition. As if she was sorry she’d ever offered to share the room in the first place.I didn’t even bother to answer. I got undressed, then crawled up onto my side of the bed. Where else was I supposed to go? I got under the blanket and turned toward the bulkhead. A guy tries to be a gentleman. And this is what he gets.I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck. Did she really think that I’d found Meryl even the least bit attractive? She was a fellow shipmate, nothing more. I’d thought that we’d both been trying to be polite to her. Was that a crime?I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still asleep. Or pretending to be. I banged around a little, but she didn’t budge. Finally I got fed up and left.So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering down empty corridors, drifting up little-used gangways, poking around lonely corners where nobody else much ever cared to go. Doing what I probably would have been doing if I’d gotten my single in the first place.I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn’t there. I wandered up to the pool. Denise was there, chatting with some people. She waved. Meryl was there, stalking about, but I managed to slip away before she saw me. But no Molly.It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Or maybe the rest of the world really had blown itself up and they just hadn’t told us. I eventually ended up back in the little coffee shop at the tail end of the ship. The sky seemed a lot flatter though, the seagulls a lot more listless, my algorithms a lot less interesting. Finally I got up again and trudged back down into the labyrinth.The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was closed. The little art gallery was still showing the same old photographs.The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the counter. What was it that Molly had asked to see? A necklace. It must have been, that one. The lady brought it out. A pair of crystalline dolphins on a slender silver chain. They sparkled in the light.Molly still wasn’t in the room when I got back. This time our towel had been folded into a seal, sunning itself on the bedspread. I moved it a little closer to her pillow and arranged the necklace around its neck.There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it might be better if I wasn’t there when she got back.I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on board, and the dining room was even more boisterous than usual.“Where’s Molly?” asked Ciara.“She had a little headache. She might not be joining us.”Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a big end-of-trip tip. He was just taking the drink orders when Molly appeared. She was wearing a pink skirt, a whitish blouse,,  and the necklace. Her eye caught mine as she made her way around the table, but quickly shot away again.Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other side were there for once. Tom and somebody. He was in air conditioning and gave me the full rundown. It was too noisy for Molly and me to talk, but every time I looked, she was still wearing the necklace.It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a little show. Just after they passed out the dessert plates they went into a huddle near the service entrance. Molly leaned over.“Do you want to go back to the room?”We got up.“Oh, are you guys going to the revue?” asked Ciara.Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make yourself heard. But the room was beginning to quiet down in a hush, as the waiters were taking their places, and so the whole table heard what she said.“Make-up sex.”The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out of the room, and I just followed sheepishly behind her.“Can you forgive me?” she asked as we got out into the hallway.“For letting everybody know where we’re going?”“For last night. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”“The worst part is, we wasted a whole day,” I remorsed.“We still have tonight.” She tried to assure me.“Yeah. We still have tonight.” I agreed.As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other’s arms.“I love the necklace,” she murmured.“It looks really nice on you.”We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted day.“Let’s do something first, want to? I pleaded. It’s our last night. Let’s get our money’s worth. Let’s go to the show! Let’s go dancing! Let’s shoot for that royal flush! The bed will still be here when we get back. But let’s make up for some of the things we didn’t do today. Let’s paint the ship red. Okay? Want to? C'mon! Hup hup!”Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.“That was quick,” Ciara said with a look of astonishment.Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops. “You can’t hurry love, no you’ll just have to wait, The whole auditorium was singing along. The girls pulled Jack and me up from our seats to dance in the aisle. "Sugar pie, honeybunch, you know that I love you,Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on deck. We could see lights off in the distance, the rest of the world was still there after all! We ran into Meryl, wrapped in the arm of a dapper, middle-aged gentleman whose smile was just as smug as hers was. We exchanged pleasantries. She gave us both a little wink.Molly, perhaps I m clueless. Did you have any idea that Meryl was going to try to hit on me? I had to ask.Oh, my God! Molly stared at me. All day long, she was angling for you. I thought you were trying for a threesome, and my fake headache was me forcing you to choose one or the other.What? I thought you and I were just trying to be hospitable; you know, so she d have some friends to socialize with.Well, Molly confessed. I finally figured out that you were completely innocent, but it took me until late afternoon to dispel my worst presumptions.I went to the show, because we told her we d both join her, there. I explained. When you were bedridden with a headache, I assumed it fell on me to go alone, even though I really didn t want to be away from you.Ah, really? That s so sweet! Molly gushed. She gave me a deep kiss right there on the mezzanine. I assumed you went because you wanted another notch on your belt.  I m so, so sorry.Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back to you. She did try every diversion. I passed on all of them. Then she flatly told me she was hoping to get lucky with me. I told her I definitely could not accommodate that, and I walked straight back to our room.Oh, I was awful to you! Molly lamented. But I was also right about that slut s intentions, wasn t I? Molly paused, then added; When I finally got over my inner rage, I realized that you didn t come back smelling like cunt. Hell, you didn t even have lipstick smeared on your face.  This afternoon, I finally left my hiding spot, and saw you were heading to dinner, I went to the cabin and saw this beautiful necklace.  I literally cried. I don t deserve you. You don t deserve my juvenile drama. I d planned to skip the dinner, but when I saw the dolphin necklace, I had to come and grovel your forgiveness.You know, Molly I paused. Perhaps I was too clueless, yesterday. Perhaps you were too presuming? Do you think we can both help to balance each other?Oh, I love that! Yes, let s balance each other.The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to the other, dancing one dance in each. But then we decided to forgo the casino and just head back to the cabin. And sure enough, the bed was still there, right where we’d left it.We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her blouse. She undid my buttons and pulled open my shirt. I fiddled with her skirt and managed to slip it down over the swell of her hips. She unfastened my belt buckle and my button and my zipper. I slid my hands down inside her panties. She slid hers down inside my underpants. We pawed and shucked and kicked off everything that remained. And then she took off the very last thing that she was wearing, the crystalline necklace, and placed it carefully on the nightstand.I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot where the necklace had been, and the spot next to that, and the spot next to that. She lay back and closed her eyes and let herself be kissed.I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full lovely body with my own, savoring her softness and her excitement, trying to fuse our unfortunate separateness into something more fulfilling. And somehow, in the midst of our kissing and our stroking, my penis must have slid up at just the right angle, and her hips must have been open to just the right degree, and we coupled, as adroitly as if that had been our conscious intention, as naturally as if we were two jungle cats whose lithe jungle bodies just instinctively knew how to fuck.And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came, but it was not so much a climax as just a sweet vista point along the way. For just as we hadn’t consciously willed our engagement, neither did we ever willfully disengage, but just eventually nestled more comfortably down beside each other, still caressing, still softly kissing, still sweetly fused.The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our luggage needed to be out in the hallway for pickup by eight o'clock sharp!Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket. "Uh,” she groaned. “Just five more minutes.”I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four days ago, when we first learned we might have to share the cabin together. She’d been just as uncertain as I had. But now it was hard to imagine any other arrangement. Her lying in bed beside me, trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, leaving it up to me to keep track of the time, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.We hadn’t begun to pack yet, but we’d kept things fairly organized. I gave her a generous five minutes, and then I gave her a little nudge. “C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at um.”She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were both still naked. I slipped on a pair of boxers, and she put on a T-shirt. It rode up in back, though, so that her pretty bottom kept peeking out as she went around collecting her things and tucking them into her suitcase.“Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really had blown itself up?” I asked.She was folding one of her bras. “Oh, I don’t know. We’d probably get tired of eating cheesecake eventually.”“They’d run out. Then we’d have to eat whatever it is that Valentin eats.”“He gets cheesecake sometimes, don’t you think? When they have some left over?”“I don’t know. He’s pretty skinny.”“I wonder why Meryl didn’t think of him.”“Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose.”“I suppose.”I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my underwear bag. She gave the zipper of her suitcase a final tug. “Besides,” she said. “Your algorithms would miss you.”I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the corridor. There were a surprising number of people walking by, and every single one of them gawked into the room as they passed. Nothing is more titillating to a person walking down a stateroom corridor than an open doorway.When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the bed with the sheet pulled up in front of her and a rather indignant look on her face. What a lot of nerve some people had!I couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder what they thought you were hiding back there.”She rolled her eyebrows.But I was feeling a little playful. The final day’s schedule was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pretended it was an official form.“Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you’ve got behind that sheet?”She wasn’t so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised the sheet a little higher.“That shirt you’re wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it abroad?”She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.“Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband fibers.” I held out my hand. “May I see it please?”She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she wriggled one arm out of its sleeve and then the ot

We have a great trip report for you today to start the week, but we have Scott joining us to share his cruise from last week on the Disney Wonder with us! This was his first time sailing on the Wonder, after sailing the sister ship, the Disney Magic, just last year! We compare the two experiences, talk about sailing out of San Diego, pairing this cruise with a visit to Disneyland, discuss stops at Catalina Island, Ensenada, fun times on the ship and lots more! For more video coverage of this cruise, check out Scott's channel at YouTube.com/MustSeeAdventures! We hope you can continue the conversation with us this week in the Be Our Guest Podcast Clubhouse at www.beourguestpodcast.com/clubhouse! Thank you so much for your support of our podcast! Become a Patron of the show at www.Patreon.com/BeOurGuestPodcast.  Also, please follow the show on Twitter @BeOurGuestMike and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/beourguestpodcast.   Thanks to our friends at The Magic For Less Travel for sponsoring today's podcast!

¡El orden ha muerto, larga vida al caos! En esta decimocuarta entrega de Caos Sonoro, la alianza de acero entre Mexapedia, Brutal Revista y Goth Productions se apodera del estudio. Aquí no hay guiones ni censura: solo humor ácido, debate visceral y la honestidad brutal que la escena metalera exige. En esta emisión, diseccionamos la realidad de los eventos que están sacudiendo el tablero nacional: * Mexafest bajo la lupa: ¿Promesa cumplida o riesgo logístico? Analizamos a fondo las expectativas y el impacto real que tendrá en nuestra comunidad. * Invasión al Norte: Todo sobre el Festival Metal Chingón en Ensenada y Mexicali (13 y 14 de marzo). ¿Está el norte listo para esta descarga? * Edd Fest: Evaluamos la propuesta de este festival y su lugar en el saturado calendario metalero de 2026. * Guerra de Fandoms: El polémico caso Ticketmaster vs. BTS Army. ¿Qué lecciones puede aprender (o temer) la escena del metal sobre el caos en la boletería global? Entre verdades que incomodan y la camaradería que solo el ruido genera, este episodio es una parada obligatoria para quienes no se conforman con la superficie. Dale play y súmate al epicentro del metal nacional. ️⚡ #mexapedia #GothProds #mexapedia #brutalrevista #live GothProds Links Spotify -https://open.spotify.com/show/2hnlgkcGNl9GOAPa0WT9HW?si=7e9b95f203464fe6 Apple Podcast — https://podcasts.apple.com/mx/podcast/goth-prods/id1606324255?l=en Amazon Music — https://music.amazon.com.mx/podcasts/d10f63b6-f4f3-4a91-b21d-d98c2b08ca01/goth-prods?ref=dm_sh_xBGgYoDaqnREmWm0IoJu5r4kd Facebook — https://www.facebook.com/Goth-Prods-104237088306624/ Instagram — https://www.instagram.com/goth_prods/ TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@goth_prods

En el podcast hablamos de la edición 2705 del 30 de enero al 5 de febrero de 2026 del Semanario ZETA.San Quintín: crisis política, rezago histórico y desigualdad. Jurídico de seguridad en Ensenada: se autodemanda y gana. Abuso y desapariciones en asilo El Refugio.29 incendios del CJNG y CAF.En la recomendación de cine: Marty Supreme y Ayuda. Más información en www.zetatijuana.com y en nuestra edición impresa del Semanario ZETA.

Send us a textOff-road legend and 2021 Off-Road Motorsports Hall of Fame inductee Steve Kelley joins Big Rich to trace a lifetime in the dirt—racing, rules-making, giving back, and globe-trotting.From his first Baja 1000 in 1969 that hooked him on racing to helping build a Class 11-style VW and taking it 200+ miles before limping it back home. Steve ironmanned a Class 1 from Ensenada to La Paz—no driver change, no flats, 20+ hours; 2nd in class, 3rd overall in 1979. There is much more to a lifetime of racing.  Listen in for dusty silt-bed memories, class-building history, and the camaraderie that makes off-road special.Support the show

Unraveling Mysteries on the Mexican Coast: A Philip Marlowe AdventureIn this thrilling episode of Philip Marlowe, the detective is drawn into a complex web of mystery involving a woman named Ona Estabrook, who is seen on a boat despite her phobia of water. As Marlowe investigates, he encounters danger, deception, and a cast of intriguing characters, including the mysterious Lou Roman and the dangerous Dolph Bentley. The story unfolds with twists and turns, leading to a dramatic confrontation and the revelation of hidden truths.In the heart of mystery and suspense, Philip Marlowe finds himself entangled in a web of intrigue on the Mexican coast. A seemingly simple case of a woman on a boat spirals into a complex narrative of deception, danger, and unexpected alliances.The Case Begins: Philip Marlowe, the quintessential private detective, is approached by Carl Esther, an importer with a peculiar problem. His wife, known for her phobia of boats, was spotted on one off the coast of Mexico. Marlowe's task is to uncover the truth behind this anomaly, setting the stage for a thrilling adventure.A Journey into Darkness: As Marlowe delves deeper, he encounters a cast of enigmatic characters, including the knife-wielding Hiva, the crab, and the elusive Dolph Bentley. Each interaction adds layers to the mystery, challenging Marlowe's wit and resolve. The narrative unfolds with Marlowe navigating through danger, deceit, and the shadows of the Mexican night.The Unraveling: The plot thickens as Marlowe discovers the connections between the characters and the underlying motives driving their actions. The story reaches its climax on a fishing pier, where Marlowe confronts the truth and the real identities of those involved. The resolution is as satisfying as it is surprising, showcasing Marlowe's prowess as a detective.Conclusion: "Mexican Boat Ride" is a testament to Raymond Chandler's mastery of the mystery genre. Through Marlowe's eyes, we experience a world where every shadow holds a secret, and every character has a story. This adventure is a reminder of the timeless allure of a well-crafted mystery, leaving readers eager for the next chapter in Marlowe's saga.Subscribe Now: Stay tuned for more thrilling adventures with Philip Marlowe. Subscribe for updates on the latest mysteries and detective stories that will keep you on the edge of your seat.TakeawaysMarlowe's character is defined by his tough demeanor and sharp wit.The setting in Ensenada adds a layer of intrigue to the story.Ona Estabrook's fear of boats is a crucial plot point.The character of Lou Roman serves as a red herring.Marlowe's investigation reveals deeper criminal activities.The use of a dying man's last words as a clue is a classic trope.The badge reveals a twist in the identity of Bentley.The theme of deception runs throughout the narrative.Marlowe's moral code guides his actions despite the chaos.The resolution ties back to the initial mystery of the boat ride.Philip Marlowe, Raymond Chandler, mystery, detective, crime, Ona Estabrook, Dolph Bentley, Lou Roman, Ensenada, murder

Cierre parcial en Reforma por festejos de Año NuevoBaja California suma 15 casos de sarampiónEU "atacó" una zona portuaria en ‌Venezuela, afirma Donald TrumpMás información en nuestro Podcast

This podcast series helped launch the now famous book series, Five Steps to Solo Travel. Now you are able to listen to one of the eariest versions of the show, and it's still relevant today. This episode takes you to Baja, Mexico. You will learn to drive to Ensenada, the Valle de Guadalupe and other destinations. Find your confidence through the FAQ's and also my mistakes and errors, so you won't make the same ones.  This is snackable, without any filters, just a great listen for you now.  Follow Dr. Travelbest here on your favorite channel, on TikTok, on IG and FB. We have an engaged audience of folks like you, who want to go places. This was episode #2 and now I am on episode 340. I would love the feedback and your reviews. They mean a lot to me, so go ahead now. In advance, I am sending thanks.

En entrevista para MVS Noticias con Sheila Amador en ausencia de Luis Cárdenas, Adela Navarro, directora del semanario Zeta, habló sobre el intento de soborno atribuido a alcaldesa de Ensenada contra el semanario Zeta.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textWelcome to Guess the Year! This is an interactive, competitive podcast series where you will be able to play along and compete against your fellow listeners. Here is how the scoring works:10 points: Get the year dead on!7 points: 1-2 years off4 points: 3-5 years off1 point: 6-10 years offGuesses can be emailed to drandrewmay@gmail.com or texted using the link at the top of the show notes (please leave your name).I will read your scores out before the next episode, along with the scores of your fellow listeners! Please email your guesses to Andrew no later than 12pm EST on the day the next episode posts if you want them read out on the episode (e.g., if an episode releases on Monday, then I need your guesses by 12pm EST on Wednesday; if an episode releases on Friday, then I need your guesses by 12 pm EST on Monday). Note: If you don't get your scores in on time, they will still be added to the overall scores I am keeping. So they will count for the final scores - in other words, you can catch up if you get behind, you just won't have your scores read out on the released episode. All I need is your guesses (e.g., Song 1 - 19xx, Song 2 - 20xx, Song 3 - 19xx, etc.). Please be honest with your guesses! Best of luck!!The answers to today's ten songs can be found below. If you are playing along, don't scroll down until you have made your guesses. .....Have you made your guesses yet? If so, you can scroll down and look at the answers......Okay, answers coming. Don't peek if you haven't made your guesses yet!.....Intro song: Bizarro Shut Up by Dopplepopolis (2019)Song 1: Teenage Superstar by The Vaselines (1988)Song 2: Everybody's Somebody's Fool by Connie Francis (1960)Song 3: I Wish I Was a Girl by Counting Crows (1999)Song 4: SLOWDIVE by Turnstile (2025)Song 5: Ensenada by Sublime (2025)Song 6: Woman I Love by J.J. Cale (1971)Song 7: Sugar for the Pill by Slowdive (2017)Song 8: (I Want to Drive the) Zamboni by Gear Daddies (1990)Song 9: Lady by Kenny Rogers (1980)Song 10: Silhouettes by Herman's Hermits (1965)

Oceania Allura, MSC Grandiosa and Lots More is the title today via interviews with Hot Ar Tom who just got off the Allura and Nate Vallier, who is on the Grandiosa. Also today on Monday Travel and Cruise Industry Podcast, Dec 8, 2025, Peraton Named Lead Partner for U.S. Air Traffic Control Modernization; An Ailing World Cruise; French Senate Greenlights Cruise Passenger Tax; St Maarten's Efforts To Protect Cruisers; Steel Structure Completed; Fog Hits Tampa Bay; Carnival To Develop Destination in Ensenada; Falmouth Reopens; and lots more LIVE at 11 AM EST. #mondaytravelandcruiseindustrypodcast #travelandcruiseindustrynews #podcast #cruisenews #travelnews #cruise #travel #chilliescruises #chilliefalls #whill_us CLICK for video feed Thanks for visiting my channel. NYTimes The Daily, the flagship NYT podcast with a massive audience. "Vacationing In The Time Of Covid" https://nyti.ms/3QuRwOS To access the Travel and Cruise Industry News Podcast; https://cms.megaphone.fm/channel/trav... or go to https://accessadventure.net/ To subscribe: http://bit.ly/chi-fal I appreciate super chats or any other donations to support my channel. For your convenience, please visit: https://paypal.me/chillie9264?locale.... Chillie's Cruise Schedule: https://www.accessadventure.net/chillies-trip-calendar/ For your mobility needs, contact me, Whill.inc/US, at (844) 699-4455 use SRN 11137 or call Scootaround at 1.888.441.7575. Use SRN 11137. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/ChilliesCruises Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/chillie.falls X: https://x.com/ChillieFalls

Agricultura reporta contención del gusano barrenador EU insiste en revelar documentos del gran jurado en caso EpsteinMás información en nuestro Podcast

En el podcast hablamos de los titulares de la edición 2694 del 14 al 20 de noviembre de 2025 del Semanario ZETA"Hay que animar a la ciudadanía a dar la batalla": Claudio X.Casinos sancionados EE UU lavaban millones para el CDS.Pugna por ruta de cocaína en Ensenada. FGE retiene expediente con El Terrible por abuso sexual.Van 308 policías asesinados en México, 13 en BC. En la recomendación de cine: El Sobreviviente de Stephen King y Frankenstein de Guillermo del Toro. Los detalles, en la edición impresa del Semanario ZETA y en nuestro sitio web www.zetatijuana.com

Loving God...Loving the Church...Loving Our Community and the World

Loving God...Loving the Church...Loving Our Community and the World

Loving God...Loving the Church...Loving Our Community and the World

In this episode of Cruise News Daily, we explore major developments shaping the cruise industry, from sustainability and food recovery to new loyalty benefits and destination growth across Europe and Latin America.Carnival Expands Meal Donations to Latin AmericaCarnival Corporation is deepening its commitment to social responsibility with an expansion of its meal donation program into Latin America. The initiative delivers unserved, high-quality meals from cruise ships to communities in need, supporting the company's “Less Left Over” strategy to reduce food waste and repurpose surplus prepared meals.The expansion includes formal partnerships in:Mexico: A pilot program launched in Ensenada with Bancos de Alimentos de México, with plans to expand to additional ports.Honduras: Collaboration with local authorities in Roatán to provide meals to schools, hospitals, and community groups.Dominican Republic: Agreements with the Catholic Diocese of Puerto Plata and Banco de Alimentos República Dominicana to distribute meals locally.Since starting in 2017 with Costa Cruises, the program has delivered more than 300,000 meals across 19 destinations worldwide. Carnival is the first cruise company to formalize meal donation programs in these Latin American markets, working with Global FoodBanking Network affiliates to ensure safe delivery and lasting community impact.Norwegian Unveils Cross-Brand Loyalty PerksNorwegian Cruise Line Holdings Ltd. is introducing the Loyalty Status Honoring Program, giving guests recognition across its three brands: Norwegian Cruise Line, Oceania Cruises, and Regent Seven Seas Cruises.Launch: Guests may request eligibility starting September 29, 2025, for cruises departing October 15 or later.How it works: Travelers submit a request before each sailing to have their loyalty tier recognized across brands.Benefits: Complimentary beverages, priority embarkation, and access to exclusive events.The program is part of the company's Charting the Course strategy, encouraging cross-brand exploration while rewarding repeat travelers. Although the per-cruise application step has prompted mixed reactions, it reflects a growing focus on loyalty integration across premium and luxury lines.Wales Embraces Cruise TourismWales continues to see strong growth in cruise tourism, welcoming nearly 80,000 passengers last year and generating about £7.5 million in visitor spending. Holyhead on Anglesey serves as the main gateway and now accounts for roughly 10 percent of Wales' international tourism.Regional operators are emphasizing authentic, local experiences:Cultural Immersion: Tours highlighting Welsh language, history, and heritage.Unique Excursions: Visits to Bragdy Cybi brewery and traditional hill farms.Growth Ahead: Viking Cruises plans a 40 percent increase in calls to Holyhead by 2026.Local leaders are focused on sustainable growth that supports cultural exchange and community development, positioning Wales as a distinctive European cruise destination.Subscribe to Cruise News Daily for continuing coverage of industry trends, sustainability initiatives, and destination insights. Visit CruiseNews.io to read daily stories and sign up for free email alerts.

Victor Lopez Marquez Bio:He was born on July 23, 1978, in Mexico City. He is a tax lawyer and, as a hobby, a dog breeder and judge. His family always liked Bulldogs. In 1980, he got his first Bulldog. In 1981, the first litter was born, and since then, he has been involved in the world of dogs.He owns the kennel OLE BULLDOGS, registered with the FCI as VLM BULLDOGS.He has bred champions of these breeds: English Bulldogs, Dobermans, and Labrador Retrievers.He has owned or bred Mexican, American, International, and World Champions.Currently, he breeds English Bulldogs, but he also owns French Bulldogs, Dobermans, Labrador Retrievers, and Shih Tzus.He judges English and French Bulldogs, but he would like to become an all-breed judge one day. He has judged in many countries.Memberships:Member of the Mexican Canine Federation.Member of the Bulldog Club of America.Member of the Bulldog Club of Mexico City.Member of the Mexican French Bulldog Club.Member of the Mexican Doberman Club.Canine Work:Three-time President of the Bulldog Club of Mexico City.Past President of the Mexican French Bulldog Club.Judge:English Bulldog specialty judge in Indiana, U.S. (May 2024)English Bulldog specialty judge in São Paulo, Brazil (June 2022)English Bulldog specialty judge during the Bulldog Club of America National Show Week (November 2021)English Bulldog specialty judge in Pennsylvania (February 2020)English Bulldog specialty judge in Dallas, TX (December 2019)English & French Bulldog specialty judge in Guatemala (April 2019)English & French Bulldog specialty judge in Bulgaria (May 2018)English Bulldog specialty judge in Peru (July 2015)English Bulldog specialty judge in California (2015)English Bulldog specialty judge in Oklahoma (2014)English Bulldog judge at the Brazilian national specialty show organized by the Abrabull Club (2014)English Bulldog specialty judge in Salvador (September 2012)English Bulldog specialty judge in Bogotá, Colombia (September 2012)English Bulldog sweepstakes judge in Seattle (August 2011)All-breed match judge in Ensenada (2011)English Bulldog specialty judge in Mexico City (June 2010). My Best of Breed was Bulldog of the Year in Mexico and Winner Bitch at the BCA Nationals.English Bulldog sweepstakes judge in Oklahoma (September 2009)English Bulldog match judge in Mexico City (1998). My Best of Match went on to become Junior World Champion the following year after I judged him.Links:https://www.facebook.com/olebulldoghttps://www.instagram.com/olebulldog_oficialhttps://olebulldog.comPlease consider a donation towards further content. Thank you very much for your support. http://www.venmo.com/rarebreedsusahttps://cash.app/$Bulldogscmediahttps://www.paypal.me/SeanOBrien75https://ko-fi.com/bscmediahttps://buymeacoffee.com/bulldogsocialclubJoin!https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bulldogsocialclubFollow:https://kick.com/bulldogsocialclub

Los aranceles elevarán el precio de los autos chinos, ahora costará más tener un seguro de auto y de gastos médicos mayores e Isaac del Toro competirá en Ensenada, su tierra natal, con Alberto Verdusco y Mara Echeverría.-> Política y otros datos: Relanzamiento del PAN00:00 Introducción01:23 Aranceles elevarán costos de autos chinos; empresas buscan amortiguar impacto06:42 SAT ajusta deducible a aseguradoras y advierten aumento de costos13:25 Caso Warner Bros Discovery el síntoma de una industria en crisis16:44 La CDMX va por “revivir” módulos de policía con vigilancia 24 horas en colonias20:52 Isaac del Toro regresa a casa: competirá en el Nacional de ciclismo en Ensenada

El 26 de octubre se llevarán a cabo en Argentina las elecciones legislativas nacionales de medio término, poco menos de dos años después del inicio del gobierno de Javier Milei. Una prueba para el oficialismo tras el golpe recibido en las legislativas locales de Buenos Aires. Nuestro corresponsal Natalio Cosoy siguió a militantes de La Libertad Avanza en la peronista Ensenada y de Fuerza Patria en San Isidro, feudo oficialista, para saber cómo es hacer campaña en territorio hostil. El próximo 26 de octubre Argentina celebra legislativas de medio término, donde el oficialismo puede fortalicer su débil presencia en el Congreso. A estas elecciones se llega tras los comicios legislativos locales de la provincia de Buenos Aires, la más poblada del país, que tuvieron lugar el 7 de septiembre pasado, y en los que el peronismo derrotó duramente a La Libertad Avanza del presidente Javier Milei.  Federico Bojanovich, referente local del partido de Javier Milei, hace campaña en una calle comercial de la localidad portuaria e industrial de Ensenada, al suroeste de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires. El objetivo de Bojanovich es que la gente vaya a votar. "Indistintamente del partido al cual ellos consideran votar. Si votan a la Libertad de Avanza muchísimo mejor, pero el objetivo es que vayan a votar", explica Bojanovich a RFI.  Difícilmente logre que muchos lo hagan por su partido en esta localidad, de profunda raigambre peronista. Juan, un vecino que pasa por allí, es un ejemplo claro: "Yo ya soy peronista y me gusta el tema ese, cuando ya mi papá, mi mamá, fueron peronistas", nos explica.  Leer tambiénBuenos Aires, epicentro del castigo peronista a Javier Milei Sesenta kilómetros al noroeste se encuentra San Isidro, un distrito de altos ingresos, mucho más que los de Ensenada. Además, es un lugar profundamente antiperonista. En una plazoleta del centro de esta localidad, un grupo de militantes peronistas hace campaña. Un hombre se acerca y discute con ellos. El vecino, que se llama José María, cuenta qué piensa del peronismo: "Yo soy absolutamente refractario al peronismo porque creo que es nefasto". La persona con la que discutía era Federico Meca, concejal peronista de San Isidro. Meca dice que, a pesar de esto, hay cierto margen para dialogar: "No saben bien de qué partido sos hasta que le explicas y después es como que también nacionalizan mucho la discusión, porque te hablan por ahí de Cristina o Milei, pero cuando llevas el plano a un terreno más local, como que ahí la gente empieza a darse un poco cuenta".  Para los partidos políticos, no es fácil apelar a votantes que les son distantes. El peronismo debería intentar interpelar a cierto grupo en particular, dice la politóloga de la Universidad Torcuato Di Tella, Paula Clérici: "A la gente que no está conforme con el gobierno, no está conforme con la ideología del gobierno,  no está conforme con las políticas del gobierno pero que sin embargo tampoco quiere volver a lo de antes". Respecto de La Libertad Avanza, Clérici también ve un gran desafío. Se trata de "cómo volver a conectar con un electorado que no es propio, ese sector que es el mayoritario en Argentina que va fluctuando, apoyando distintos partidos o candidatos y cómo volver a lograr la confianza de esos sectores.” Como en toda elección, la última palabra la tendrán los votantes.

En este episodio analizamos el cierre de temporada de Tadej Pogačar con su quinta victoria consecutiva en Il Lombardia, el triunfo de Isaac del Toro en Gran Piemonte, las 94 victorias del UAE Team Emirates XRG en el 2025 y las voces de los ciclistas latinoamericanos que cierran su año deportivo con las clásicas italianas, cobertura exclusiva desde Europa.  Además, el Campeonato Nacional de Ruta de México se realizará en Ensenada y se viene la Vuelta a Guatemala.  #ILombardia #GranPiemonte #TrofeoTessileModa #UAETeamEmirates ____________________________________________

Good morning, anglers! Welcome to today's fishing briefing from the stunning waters off Ensenada, Mexico. We're diving into the latest reports from the Royal Polaris, where crews are landing massive yellowtail and wahoo in record numbers—perfect conditions for trophy catches! Plus, the bluefin tuna bite is still going strong, with anglers hooking into some real monsters. Whether you're planning your next trip or just love hearing about the action, stick around for tips, highlights, and all the details. Don't forget to like, subscribe, and hit the bell for daily updates. Tight lines!

Rise and shine, anglers! In today's Morning Fishing Briefing, we're diving into the hottest fishing updates!

Summer vacation is over for thousands of San Diego Unified School Students, as today is the first day of the new school year. Parking around Petco Park will be a lot more expensive come September, as some of blocks surrounding the ballpark will see a parking meter rate jump during big events. Dozens of dogs from Ensenada, Mexico are now safe in San Diego County thanks to several animal shelters.   What You Need To Know To Start Your Monday. 

Sublime is here! Jakob Nowell and Eric Wilson join us in-studio to world premiere their new song Ensenada (and it hits). They also heard some of our best "Band on your Shirt" Sublime contestants. Does anyone wearing their merch actually knows about their band? (we think it inspired a new song). We play an angry call from our boss while discussing new research on 'what makes a perfect boss,' heard a CRAZY Petty Claims Court about a husband leaving 'jizz tissues' all over the house, and Klein fell for yet another scam, this time at the grocery store. In ADD news, we covered an American Idol music supervisor and her husband killed in their Encino home; Sydney Sweeney launching a lingerie line backed by $1 billion from Jeff Bezos, LA's unhoused population is down 17%, a homeless man winning $1 million on a scratcher, the new Superman movie sparking a massive surge in dog adoption searches, and child poisonings from Zyn nicotine pouches as kids mistake them for candy.

A review of Carnival Panorama from Long Beach, California on a six-night cruise to Cabo and Ensenada. Staff writer Richard Simms has cruise news. 

La Presidenta manda sus mejores vibras al 'Torito' de Ensenada. Además, Wendy Guevara nos revela a quién desvive, con quién se casa y a quién se da de Miembros al aire. Y Penta Zero Miedo estrena serie: "Casos de la vida real". Y un diputado en Bolivia denuncia juego súper sucio de sus adversarios, ¡qué manchados!

La Presidenta manda sus mejores vibras al 'Torito' de Ensenada. Además, Wendy Guevara nos revela a quién desvive, con quién se casa y a quién se da de Miembros al aire. Y Penta Zero Miedo estrena serie: "Casos de la vida real". Y un diputado en Bolivia denuncia juego súper sucio de sus adversarios, ¡qué manchados!