In the wise words of Drew “it isn’t a holiday unless you go to the beach” (her other words of wisdom include the comparison between my ability to return Cara’s white shorts from muddy brown to a pristine white state as being akin to one of Jesus’s miracles).
So here we are at between Canoa and San Vicente a little way down the Pacific coast. We have a lovely little condo on the beach front with the delights of hot showers, a toaster and a stove which actually heats things up. Travel definitely enhances your appreciation for the small things. Added to this we are a little way out of town so a night’s sleep without partying locals or dogs barking to come in the door at 3am makes a welcome change.
Its not very sunny but it’s warm on the beach and plenty of surf for body boarding. The tide washed up some surprises last night, as well as some very large sand dollars, there was a large puffer fish and a whale skeleton.
Pirate Travels 