A stop at several Farmacias resulted in Amy and Jared acquiring ear plugs, thus everyone had a good night of sleep in Mexico last night. We've come to discover a correlation between Sayulita and Whistler, both have transient populations, no need for a vehicle, and ample outdoor recreation. After many walks through the village up north, we've never come across this.
The day's main activity was the beach. Amy is still nursing her wounds from yesterday, so the boys were left to provide the day's entertainment. Since there's no photographic evidence of Wilson surfing, this lady arguing about the price of gummy bears will have to suffice,
We saw this guy on both days, he wheels a cart full of candy around the beach, it seems like the candy should melt under the midday sun, but somehow, he keeps a wheel barrow full of candy looking good. How many vendors do you see in the next picture?
We counted three. They come by every few minutes, peddling their wares. Amy buckled under the pressure, twice. Once for a nice silver thingy, and a second time for a snack from the Empanada lady, Jared also got suckered in for a snack.
Back to Canada, many vendors were hawking bracelets with common surnames or of your favorite team. When's the last time you saw a Stampeders bracelet? We saw plenty. But only one store sold this poncho.
Wilson tried to buy one for John and JP, but Amy and Jared couldn't bear the sight of seeing him wear it around town until we left. They even had a Winnipeg Jets poncho.
After some afternoon tacos and cervesas, Amy had the grand idea of going for a beach walk during sunset. The destination is the headland above Amy's head.
The three of us ventured into the great unknown, up the beach. The crowd got noticeably younger, kids surfing the waning rays of sunshine. While most seniors were sequestered behind the facade at the RV park, this cute couple didn't get the memo.
Fancy chairs and red wine, what were they thinking? Oh wait, they just might have the answer key. And we must not forget the body surfing dog.
We made it to the point just after sunset. The Old Man suggested we return by the route that brought us, Amy proposed hiking a dark jungle trail, a steep climb up a cobblestone driveway, and a long walk back to town via the ever dangerous Mexican Highway 200. The road itself isn't that bad, but walking along side that road at dusk is not exactly how your insurance provider hopes you spend your spare time. Back to the other plan, retracing our now darker jungle trail to the beach just in time for the colors to fade.
And of course, no night is complete without one last round of taco shopping.
There is nothing quite like eating dinner in a plastic chair on a dirt road and only thinking about how good the food is.
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