We found Margueritaville!

On Saturday morning we set off for our drive to the coast. Most of the distance was spent on a 4 lane divided nearly-empty highway, then the last 100 km or so on a twisty windy road dropping through Sierras to the coast. And, folks, I think we've found paradise! Sayulita is what I think Key West used to be many years ago.

Small fishing village with brightly painted houses, small shops and a beautiful beach with clean water and great waves. First impression was, is this really it? It looks so, er, dumpy. But further on, the town of the touristas reveals itself, not in the glistening style of a Miami, but the laid-back hippy style of the Keys.

The mountains come right down to the sea, and Ray and I have been tucked away in our ocean view casita high up on a mountain side.. Yesterday after negotiating the small cobble stone roads (and I DO mean cobble...not the nice little square pavers in places like Old Philadelphia, but rather stones and are stuck in the roads and plastered together with other stones!) We took the “short walk” down from the casita and along the beach to the town for a short grocery shopping expedition and then dinner on the beach. Red snapper for Ray, simple cheese something-or-other for Cyn. These two tired gringos then walked back up the hill slowly and headed for bed.

We two who've been cozy in our Maine home all winter are really getting a work-out. We walk everywhere and spend the rest of the time relaxing on a beach or by a pool. Tough life, eh?