Thankfully in the daylight, our surroundings look drastically different, much less squalid than I'd thought when we arrived.
Mark and I went into town for an authentic Mexican breakfast of huevos rancheros, or ranch hand eggs - eggs over easy on corn tortillas with a smattering of salsa. There were piles of brick and rubble here and there, but in all the streets were clean and quaint. Flowering plants were everywhere, and loud birds cackle from the trees. Mark wondered about moving here and opening up a coffee shop.
We spent nearly the full day on or around the beach. While we sat under an umbrella, perhaps 20 some hawkers came by, selling various types of jewelry, sculptures, silver, and tequila. There were also women offering to braid one's hair and musicians offering a serenade.
Meals have been extremely healthy and inexpensive, consisting of fish tacos, cerviche (fresh fish in lime juice), guacamole and beer. A couple restaurants are located directly on the beach, but on nearby roads there are little stands selling beach items and food. Mark has befriended people at one stand near our bungalow. We are now served beer at local prices, which comes to about 80 cents US per bottle.
Typically we are wary New Yorkers, but in this oasis, our guard is down. The only slightly kooky element is what seems to be a large number of Americans who have moved here, who walk around drunk as skunks, lol.
Here are some more photos from the beach:
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