A beautiful moment as I awake and look through the window. Sara is standing on the terrace silhouetted against a pink, purple and orange sunrise. Oh, my! Another morning in paradise.

We have another good breakfast at Cafecita. This time I have an espinacia rollo. (spinach roll) Very tasty! After which we are off in a taxi to the Mercado (market.) A riot of goods.

We take our purchases home and get ready for the beach. I am apprehensive, but determined to make it down those damn 267 steps at least once while I am here.

It's not so bad (Sara makes sure I make it.) and the beautiful cove below is worth the descent. Everyone rests on the stairs: men with cases of beer or coconuts on their shoulders, old people, young people, the decrepit, even teenagers.

Mitch Relaxes with a Snack Under a Palapa at Carrizalillo Beach (I'll Bet He'll Pay Me to Crop That Photo)

We park ourselves in chairs with a table and palapa by a small shack that serves whatever you could possibly want on the beach. This is Mary’s Palapa and she rules. Mary has an extended family who do her bidding to take care of her customers. She makes excellent guacamole (lots of onions) and we have fantastic quesadillas (crunchy, greasy tortillas, yum!) and lots of Victoria beer, which is a Corona manufactured beer, and not half bad.

One of Mary's (The Palapa Cafe Owner) Children Picking Up Debris in the Sand. Every Family Member Works at Mary's Place, Regardless of Age

The Little Boats Run as Taxis Around to All the Beaches

Sara's Hat Freshly Made from Palm Fronds

Sunset at the Carrizalillo Beach

Our Hats

LRH & Sara Wearing Their Hats

Mitch's Pictures From the Water of Life on Carrizalillo Beach

The sand is treacherous. It will suck you down if you don’t keep moving, so I stay out of the water after my initial foray. Not a good walking beach, either. However, the view is glorious. The sun is extremely hot (for someone just out of NYC in December) but the breeze off the ocean mitigates the heat. Late afternoon, we make our way up the stairs (slowly and resting) and home to the showers.

Villa Johanna From the Street (Calle Tiburones)

From the Back of our Terrace Looking Up Calle Tiburones

The Pool Area From the Front of Our Terrace

Our Unused Kitchen

The Bed on the Right Looks Smaller, But They Were the Same

After a short rest, we get a cab to the charming Santa Fe Hotel, where we have a lovely dinner. I have a mescal margarita. Oh, my! And fabulous grilled shrimp. Home to sleep.

Views from the Santa Fe Hotel Dining Patio