Desperate Measures

quiet Sayulita

As I've alluded to earlier, this year has been the hardest and lowest for me: mentally, socially, emotionally and spiritually. And desperate times call for desperate measures. Therefore, Matt and I returned to our Mexican beach vacation of the year part 2. Over Spring Break we flew into Puerto Vallarta, Mexico and it was truly a time of heart and soul renewal. Although, the miles we traveled on roads and water were significant it was the escape in my spirit and mind that made the difference. I read two books lying in the shade on the sand: The Help and The Secret Daughter (more to come on those). I tried not to think about my life-sucking job at Lake Middle School and it worked I was finally able to feel young and free again indeed.

We caught a bus directly outside of the airport to the town of Sayulita, an expat oasis with rugged dirt roads, sweet and spicy locally caught fish tacos and quiet beach and a quaint plaza. After four days we returned to the throbbing and smoggy, Puerto Vallarta and caught a lancha (small, motorized boat) to Yelapa, a remote, quiet village only recently touched by electricity and small-scale tourism. Yelapa reminded my heart and soul of our time in pristine Guatemala, the relatively untouched beauty of a cascading waterfall, hilly, cobblestone streets, typical, tiny convenient stores and numerous tiny beaches dotted with handsome rocks and fine sand. We cooked most of our meals at our place. And it was simple, early to bed, refreshing drink, book-reading, hamock-rocking goodness that my soul so needed.

We ate fish tacos here every night in Sayulita!

Welcome to Yelapa! This restaurant totally reminded me of everything to do with the colorful, hippy Panajachel, Guatemala.

quaint and lovely walk around the bay in Yelapa

Matt's birthday dinner with homeade pineapple cocktails at sunset.