Our trip down here seemed to conveniently section itself for blog posts. We had about a 10 days to get to know the town. Then San Pancho days started and we had guests come to visit. Now the Fiesta is over and we have had about 2 weeks to enjoy our quiet little town. We can’t believe that we’ll be back to the States so soon. My internal calendar is all messed up. Here we are, in July-like heat, enjoying the beach and using up a big bottle of sunscreen, yet, tomorrow, we’ll land in Seattle, nearing the end of October. Cold weather and crunchy leaves? Pumpkins? Early evenings and dark mornings? I know, I know. Woe is me. I don’t expect any pity from my Wyoming amigos. How’s the snow out there, guys?
A few days after the Fiesta we decided to take a day trip into Puerto Vallarta. We had been told not to miss the Malecón; an ocean side walk through the old town. Some of it was under construction, which we were sad to see initially, but when we happened to see men carefully selecting each black pebble to make a mosaic in the new walkway, decided it wasn’t so bad. It was nice to walk around town, and see the art pieces throughout the city. We really liked this one, and only a few days earlier we had seen dancers just like this perform in San Pancho.
Catholicism is big part to the culture here; in fact, on the last day of the fiesta the Church served a free lunch to everyone. Sunday mornings are always sleepy and slow, and families dine together out on the sidewalks in front of their homes in the evenings. In Puerto Vallarta there are two beautiful cathedrals within a few blocks of each other. Unfortunately we couldn’t go inside, out of respect for the dress code- my tank top and Cody’s shorts wouldn’t fly.
We had a fun time in Puerto Vallarta, but ran out of patience for the salesmen, who prey on anyone blonde, and decided to take the bus to Marina Vallarta. The bus system is very easy to use and very affordable. Busses run often and their destinations are written on the windshields.
We like to walk the docks in places we go, and the dock in Marina Vallarta was a far cry from the Winslow Warf Marina. Rather than sailboats and small runabout powerboats, it is full of large power yachts and surrounded by ritzy hotels and restaurants. We had a nice lunch of Pozole (soup) and Chicken Molé. The air-conditioned bus ride home felt great, after spending all day in the heat.
Cody has been out on the “dawn patrol” most mornings this week, trying to avoid the crowd of surfers that congregate on the waves later in the day. He’s been learning to navigate the etiquette system of sharing the surf, which reads something like: “Whomsoever stands up first shall obtain the right-of-way, brah.” A hurricane warning was issued for San Pancho last week, and the predicted 9-15 foot swell had surfers coming from all over to catch the waves. But the hurricane brought only heavy rain, no giant swell, no strong wind, and no power-outages. The river swelled, carrying silt from the mountains into the sea, so it looked like Cody was surfing Willy Wonka’s Chocolate River.
|Oompa Loompa doopitie doo...|
When we heard a new vendor blaring ads from their truck, we headed out to see what they had to sell. A cooler full of glistening shrimp sat beside another full of Mahi Mahi fillets, beside another of sea scallops. The shrimp were the biggest we had seen, and we both name scallops as our favorite seafood. We bought too much of both, unable to resist the cheap prices and beautiful, fresh goods. The fishermen were from San Blas, a town three hours north of us.
|Lovely Mahi Mahi Fillets|
|A simple dinner, and cheap too!|
We had been interested in going farther north to explore another town, and San Blas sounded interesting. The three-hour bus ride, however, didn’t sound so great. We considered looking for a room in San Blas, so we could spend a whole day up there, but eventually settled for going to a small town close by with a mouthful of a name: La Peñita de Jaltemba, known locally simply as La Peñita. The 20 minute bus ride was vastly preferable, and passed quickly as we watched the jungle slide by the window.
|A colorful and bustling La Penita.|
|The Playa La Penita. |
Deserted but for the Pelicans, who you can just barely make out dotting the waves.
We spent a pleasant afternoon wandering the cobblestone streets of La Peñita, stumbling upon a market that took over a side street for several blocks. The first few stalls were all tourist goods, silver and beaded jewelry, painted pottery and tablecloths, but as we wandered further, we saw more household goods, clothing, shoes, and, consequently, more Mexicans. We bought a sweet roll from a nice lady with a Mayan face. The top of her glossy black head was no higher than my nose. (Beth’s nose, that is, not Cody’s.) We tore the fragrant bread in half and continued meandering along, enjoying the shade. Our favorite stall sold cleaning products in bulk, with a BYO jug policy. The market ended right outside of an arena, presumably used for rodeos.
|Fabuloso, or Pine Sol?|
Last night we had a fire on the beach with some new friends- Anna, who was born and raised here in San Pancho, and her boyfriend Jesse, an American from Hawaii. Anna speaks perfect English, almost better than Jesse, who has a thick Hawaiian accent. We sat out on the beach late into the night, watching the stars, waves, and embers flicker, talking about travel and life in general. We were interested to hear that Jesse has done a fair bit of sailing, aboard a 50 foot trimaran, making passages with his brother-in-law from Hawaii to California, down Baja, even to the South Pacific. We’ll be sad to leave our new friends, but we always seem to meet the most interesting people at the end of our trips. It can be a bummer, but also an excuse to come back, and soon!
Our days spent here are slow and comfortable, with plenty of time for reading, multiple visits to the beach, sun bathing, exploring the side streets, snacking, and playing music on the electric guitar and ukulele. We like to watch the sunsets. I’m starting to relate to Jimmy Buffett more and more every day.
Life is good. See you stateside!
Oh, yeah, PS.
Guess who's back?
|I wish I could bring them home with me. |
There is nothing in the world like a fresh, hot crispy churro.