Behind the Molocay I almost collide with a motorbike, thanks goodness he was on the ball, I sure wasn't.
The sand behind the Puesta del sol is very soft and thick, sometimes I can make it around the corner if I have lots of speed, I dig deep for that 5th gear in my legs and I almost make it but Domingo is washing his truck in his driveway and his dog is in the street, I slow down and then can't get going again. I may as well stop and chat now. I chat with him and his wife about all the Christmas holidays plans they have and about their trip down. (they are from Lake Chapala) I have to get going or I may be late. Now it's up hill a ways, my thighs are on fire by the time the ground levels out, it's a good feeling.
|The best seat in the house|
|Unless of course that lazy waitress in laying in the hammock there|
|When it's high tide you can jump from your table to the water......it's a swim up bar|
|Sometimes the waitress hangs her dress on a nail and goes for a swim, no waves makes for nice clear water.|