It's the last week in Puerto Escondido and it seems the days are packed with events or occasions or must-do's. We saw a little of the Super Bowl at a palapa bar but with no sound --- it didn't matter anyway, the broadcast was in Spanish! Then it was Chinese New Year with the sighting of the new moon, but there are no Asians here and the best we could do was have some rice with a meal. Then it was Pancake Tuesday and we had hotcakes in a combo called a Slim Slam. Then today it's Valentine's Day which coincides with me popping the question 3 years ago. No monarch butterflies in sight this time but last night we had a fish dinner overlooking the walking street, 100 feet from the boats.
A must-do is the sea-splashed 2km Rock Walk from one cove to the next. Impressive work to cut through solid granite and build steps into it with bridges and lookouts. Dirty birds and creepy crabs keep you company on the way.
Escondido has been authentic Mexico with scenes long gone elsewhere. Somehow most foreigners stay away and the locals still enjoy their town. Dogs howl, horses clop by, pineapple is sold from wheelbarrows, our landlady brings Italian desserts, tom turkeys strut for females on our dirt road. The Pan American Highway passes through so you can spot long-haul licence plates from Argentina to Alaska!
But the most lasting impression is the ever-pounding sea waves, majestic in their height and clean see-through blue. We're in the Pacific every day, in gentle rollers or Do-You-Dare surf bombs. Turns out our landlord has been surfing for 35 year and lent us his board and experience. All those Beach Boys songs run through your mind as you get thrown around in the tumblers. Absolutely awesome, and we're thinking we'll be back...
A must-do is the sea-splashed 2km Rock Walk from one cove to the next. Impressive work to cut through solid granite and build steps into it with bridges and lookouts. Dirty birds and creepy crabs keep you company on the way.
Escondido has been authentic Mexico with scenes long gone elsewhere. Somehow most foreigners stay away and the locals still enjoy their town. Dogs howl, horses clop by, pineapple is sold from wheelbarrows, our landlady brings Italian desserts, tom turkeys strut for females on our dirt road. The Pan American Highway passes through so you can spot long-haul licence plates from Argentina to Alaska!
But the most lasting impression is the ever-pounding sea waves, majestic in their height and clean see-through blue. We're in the Pacific every day, in gentle rollers or Do-You-Dare surf bombs. Turns out our landlord has been surfing for 35 year and lent us his board and experience. All those Beach Boys songs run through your mind as you get thrown around in the tumblers. Absolutely awesome, and we're thinking we'll be back...
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