Ahhh! My buddy has gone back to Zihuatanejo, Mexico and I ain’t there! My other buddy is in Sayulita and I ain’t there! I am supposed to be there in the warm place where fond, exciting, sometimes fuzzy, visually stunning memories are made.

Most of my photos are in storage from this trip but I digitized one of this cricky old bridge to nowhere in town.

I want to go back to Zihua to visit people I met there 10 years ago, laugh with them, have a reggae seafood cookout party in the jungle, dare to endure the tequila bar, swim in the blue bay, hang on la ropa and get sunstroke(ok sans sunstroke), find local restos and eat tacos! Actually when you get tired of La Ropa beach, scramble along the coastline to Las Gatas beach(mostly locals) further southwest, snag an umbrella and chairs and yourself a chilled white wine and fresh oysters(tipping gets you awesome service!), after all its a vacation right?

Zihua doesn’t have to be expensive if you can find the right place, I was lucky enough to stay at my friends apt above some stores in town, across from the liquor warehouse, which served to entertain me one night, think it was a heist going down! She had been renting this colourful 2 bdr place with a roof deck with hammock and bougainvilleas for 6 years years at about $150/month, score!

Another place I stayed at was the Hotel Sotavento(formerly Catalina and Sotavento Beach Resorts), well it was cheaper then and I had the good luck to know the owners relies. Clinging to the side of the hill, this old hotel really took you back in time, the rooms are basic, huge, way too big for one girl, and had a breezy front hall, and furnishing were def from the 70′s.