“Do you remember the name of the town Red? a little place right on the Pacific?”
“Zihuatanejo.”
Those words have been rattling around in my head for twenty years, with dreams of seeing for myself the bluest waters sparkling from the Mexican sun. The plane touches down and my feet step onto the earth of the Baja California Sur.
“Zihuatanejo.”
Those words have been rattling around in my head for twenty years, with dreams of seeing for myself the bluest waters sparkling from the Mexican sun. The plane touches down and my feet step onto the earth of the Baja California Sur.
Days are filled finding dirt roads that lead to uninhabited beaches, colorful sunrises and sunsets to rival any artist’s palette, observing life under the surface of the mighty Pacific. All of those stories are to be forthcoming, but for now, lets set the mood…
Cabo San Lucas….
