Monday, January 31, 2011
That Time of Year
This postcard from Zihuatanejo reminds me of a week I spent on this beach, swimming, snorkeling, fishing, swinging in hamacas (hammocks), and playing sand croquet with some locals we met. Ahhhhh. It's been too long since I've had my toes in warm sand and swum in a warm or even warm-ish ocean, and I wouldn't mind going back here, even if it is a lot more developed now than it was 25 years ago.
[Note to friends in snowy climates: I recognize that a Californian complaining about weather is scoffable at best. Too bad.]