The End of the Road
Today was the furthest south we will go on this journey. Barra de Potosi, 40km south of Zihuatanejo. From here, the submarine turns northward.
We have seen a lot of beaches on this trip. Beaches, I have learned, all have different flavors. Different pitch and shade to the sand. Different force of waves and angle of sun. More or less hospitable to feet. The playa at Barra de Potosi won in the grandeur and tranquility categories.
A long walk with cool ocean air on one side and hot sun on the other. Giant spray over Adam's head. Aquatic eruptions yielding mounds of bubbling foam.
Well known is the rhythmic crashing sound of waves, but my favorite is the fizzing hiss as the last lick of water soaks back into the sand.
Lama bobbing for coconuts in the surf. Warm wife skin slippery with sunblock.
Lovely meal of pescado frito, pina coladas, sunset and hammocks as the egrets and pelicans dine Laguna Potosi.
We have seen a lot of beaches on this trip. Beaches, I have learned, all have different flavors. Different pitch and shade to the sand. Different force of waves and angle of sun. More or less hospitable to feet. The playa at Barra de Potosi won in the grandeur and tranquility categories.
A long walk with cool ocean air on one side and hot sun on the other. Giant spray over Adam's head. Aquatic eruptions yielding mounds of bubbling foam.
Well known is the rhythmic crashing sound of waves, but my favorite is the fizzing hiss as the last lick of water soaks back into the sand.
Lama bobbing for coconuts in the surf. Warm wife skin slippery with sunblock.
Lovely meal of pescado frito, pina coladas, sunset and hammocks as the egrets and pelicans dine Laguna Potosi.
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