Almost a Gringa Local.

On my way to the market, I passed an indiscernible gate, where two sets of pre-war uniforms hung on these very bare walls. This may just be my favourite picture. Ever.

I felt uber cool driving Desiree’s jeep through the market streets, with my elbow out the window. Life is good. After a beautiful day surfing, Oswaldo settles in on the balcony with his guitar, while Desiree makes coffee for us. If I could choose one type of food to have for the rest of my natural life, it would surely be seafood. Just look at these gorgeous camarones!
And my other weakness … papaya. And here’s the little tienda, where the papaya came from:
More of beautiful San Pancho…
Here are Desiree and Oswaldo in an embrace… A picturesque cemetery in Sayulita…
Cemeteries in Mexico feel as if life is celebrated as opposed to mourned. The sign on this grave says something like “It’s not sad here, I’m happy.”
Back on the beach, a little coconut action. I always end up back on the beach. San Pancho beach is fierce and powerful…
That’s where I’m running right now! Thank you for letting me share the journey…