Ok.. I. Am. A. Slug.

Dog Day in Barra...

This year we planned to spend half of our time in the small village of Troncones. Located about a 45 minute drive north of Zihuatanejo, it serves as the winter home to many gringos and is known for long empty beaches and surfing. We rented a car as we wanted to have the freedom and means to explore. The day before we left Zih, we drove our newly rented (and embarrassingly flamboyant) PT Cruiser a few miles south to the beach side village of Barra de Potosi. Besides being the location of fashion designer Betsy Johnson's garish Betsyville B & B, it has an exotic meandering lagoon that could easily have been the on-location site of "The African Queen".

The waterway is habitat for a multitude of birds and fringed by a thick mangrove jungle. If we visit again we will probably rent kayaks and explore this vast estuary. However, this time our energy was sapped by the combination of an oppressively hot day and the persistant 'memory' of yet another late night of Salsa.

So from the quiet, shaded shelter of "Sylvia's Enramada" and supplied with a bucket of glacially cold cervesas we spent the day gazing wistfully at drifting, turquoise fishing boats and diving pelicans. We ate plate after plate of delicious pescadillos and searing shrimp diablo while contemplating the miracle of lime in a Pacifico.

Finally the heat, food and cervesas took their toll and I wandered off to enjoy a mid-afternoon siesta in one of the multitude of hammocks conveniently placed within stumbling distance of any given table