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Friday January 22, 2010

Day as usual except for our exploration in el carro. We drove up the coast in the opposite direction from Puerto Vallarta to a little bohemian surf beach town known as Sayulita. You can get pictures and information at www.sayulita.com . The life there is probably like Southern California beaches 50 years ago when a beach life was possible on very little money. The trip should only take about half an hour except we got lost; we missed the turn. Sayulita is a lazy beach town where there is at least one skinny dog, perro, per block. Side note, be careful to roll your rr's when you say it because pero is your behind, butt. The beach is covered with umbrellas shading beach chairs just above the tidal high water line. Little cantinas are the most found first buildings off the beach except for the occasional surf shop. One surf shop has a canopy bed on the roof, see attached picture.

The swells are big today thanks to the storms off California in the USA. Surf boards are everywhere and there are many surfer dudes taking advantage of the big surf. Some surfer dudes are giving surf lessons to want to be surfers on the sand. It is Friday but some young school children are doing homework in front of their parents shop. There are VW vans/campers and dune buggies as well as many of the small 4 wheel drive carts being driven by people of all ages. They race up and down the cobble stone streets; the most crazy are the older retired American expat riot couples. Grandma and grandpa are racing others their own age. It looks like fun.

Next we work our way back towards Nuevo Vallarta stopping at another surfing village know as Punta de Mita. Except for the fishing village this was definitely not bohemian, but in contrast was upscale. A very nice resort with a roof top bar was being utilized by some very well dressed people. The vehicles were late model and of the high priced sporty type. There were no Vws nor carts in sight. I think the people were having just as much fun, but of a different higher priced kind. It was late and we were under dressed, so we headed back to Bella Donna, who the Mexicans pronounce as Bayah Doenah. We were given special picture ID tags that also open the electronic locked gate to the dock or muelle which we use to ID Bella Donna if misunderstood.

Deborah cooked a delicious salmon and salad dinner; we watched the movie Australia with Mexican subtitles on satellite TV and retired early.

God Bless Bella Donna