Ah, the beach. The beautiful, warm, sunny beach with its crystal water, rocky reefs, snorkeling, schools of blue tangs and butterfly fish, tanning, swimming, riding on boats...it was paradise.
After a hard 12 hour bus ride characterized by more narrow roads and hairpin turns, nausea, restlessness, and the occasional vomiting session, we arrived in Puerto Escondido. As soon as we stepped into the warm air and saw the sparkling Pacific ocean, the rigors and pains of the bus ride dissipated. We spent an idyllic week in this little town, including Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, basking in the sun, shopping, swimming, eating, and basking some more. I'm not even going to keep track of the days because that would be a false sense of what it was like. The most we could muster was a vague awareness that hey, today is Christmas!
We stayed in a little gated community full of expatriates just above Playa Manzanillo (where we spent most days) and just down the road from Playa Carazalillo (where we spent Christmas day). We also spent a day at Playa Zicatela, with the huge surf-worthy waves, where the boys imperiled themselves.
We all had our days of nausea and food poisoning, sure. But that's not what I remember. I remember the gorgeous rooftop view, hammocks, balmy breezes, the sound of the palm trees, the beautiful pool, the flowers, the birds, the sun...o.k., leave me alone now, I need to sit here and remember how great it was. Just look at the pictures.
We weren't too happy to leave and get back on that bus...
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