September 22nd, 2007 – by: DragonFlies
Our breakfast spot
Who enjoys sleeping in car seats? I'd rather sleep on concrete! We woke up a little sore and brushed the sand off of everything we threw inside during the storm. Off we go again to find Juan’s uncle's house; it was not easy ... no street signs and even the locals had no idea of street names. Juan recognizes neighbors of his uncle, and voila, we found the house. We showered between concrete walls and prepared the Jeep for the afternoon. Leah loves the freedom of this fishermen’s village and decides to walk barefoot on the sandy streets. Soft sand between the toes, ah like heaven. The shrimp season weather was warm and perfect, who can ask for more … speaking of shrimp, we were staaarving! Strolling through the quaint village we saw many homes made into restaurants, general shops, and fisheries.
We saw some signs advertising tacos and we decided to give it a try. The owner/cook was a nice middle aged woman and cooked everything out of her home kitchen. She was chatterbox - she talked about her kids, travel, and showed us her whole family album; we had so much to talk about! She must have not seen any visitor for months - she was so happy to tell Juan (since Leah’s Spanish is not so great) her family story and upbringing, ahh we miss her. We felt bad leaving her but we had to move on before the day flew by. We drove up north right aside the gentle waves. We found our spot in the sand and pulled out the XX beer and of course. Juan takes a nap (it’s his favorite thing to do, anywhere) and Leah couldn’t help it and fell asleep from the warm sun caressing her face. After beaching for a while, it was time to head back for some seafood in town. A nice neighbor gave us a full bag of large fresh shrimp and 2 fish for 10 pesos (1$) at another shop and went back the uncle’s house to get our camping gear. We headed back to beach camping spot to grill our seafood.