Yelapa, Mexico: Installment 3 in which I consume a coconut full of rum

Day 2 in Yelapa: Today we decided to hike up to the smaller of the two waterfalls. It was hot, muggy, and we were dripping in sweat by the time we arrived to the waterfall. Which was fine in that both the water in the river and the beer in the restaurant were cold.

I made sure to nearly break my leg while negotiating my way into the small pool. I then insisted on going underneath the waterfall so that Martha could get a picture of me. In hindsight standing under pelting water with a sunburn was not the greatest of ideas. I made up for it by drinking a coconut full of rum which was, in hindsight, also not a great idea, but I regretted it less than the waterfall incident. After another marvelous meal, we ambled back down the path to town and spent the rest of the day lounging about our palapa.










Day 3 in Yelapa: After a less stressful day at the waterfall we found the fortitude to make it back to the beach and spend another busy day doing nothing. It was busier than Day 1 in that I managed to read at least 4 pages of one of the 3 books I had insisted on lugging around. I ordered a piña colada and sang a Jimmy Buffet song or two. I'm not sure what we did during the rest of the day, but I'm pretty sure it was nothing and that it was fun.

Yelapa, Mexico: Installment 2 in which we do nothing and love it

Day 1 in Yelapa brought clear skies, warm temperatures, cool water, and cold beer.

Casa de los Sueños is located about halfway between the main beach and the bustling town streets of Yelapa. Note: bustling here is defined as a chaotic plethora of burros, chickens, dogs, cats, and your occasional human. In order to get to the main beach (where we spent the majority of our time) from Casa de los Sueños we had to cross the river. This usually consisted of me hiking my sarong up past my hips in the most ladylike of manners and giving everyone on the river bank a free show. I call this "bathing suit mentality." It doesn't matter how scantily clad you are if that which is scantily covering (or not covering) the body is a bathing suit.


Our first day in Yelapa went as follows: woke up, went to beach, staked out beach chairs in front of one of the many restaurants on the beach, consumed insanely strong margaritas and a few beers, swam, stared, talked, ambled back to our palapa, napped, had dinner at a wonderful little place called Passion Flower Gardens, went to bed. It was extremely stressful, and would not be attempted again till Day 3.

Yelapa, Mexico: Installment 1 in which we establish our hatred of flying and of insects

I am returned to the land of liberals, fog, and good coffee.

Mexico was so amazing that I don't even know where to begin in describing the trip. I'm going to do it over the course of a few days since there is so much to tell.
This whole trip was rather last minute, but it was desperately needed on the part of both Martha and myself. After some spontaneous google searches we came across a small fishing village located 45 minutes (by boat) from Puerto Vallarta. Yelapa. We booked the flights, rented a palapa in a place called Casa de los Sueños, limited ourselves to one bag each, and pointedly refused to plan a damn thing.


We started the trip off right, and travel was entertaining and uneventful.

Upon arrival in Puerto Vallarta, we grabbed a taxi to a small town called Boca del Rio and took the water taxi to Yelapa. The ride was a little choppy and we definitely got wet, but the water was so warm that it hardly mattered. It was hard to believe that we were still on the Pacific Ocean. Clearly the water in Northern California didn't get the memo.

At any rate we made it to Yelapa, and to our little palapa where we would spend the next week murdering hapless insects, honoring frogs, lizards, and snakes, and shamelessly overreacting to anything we touched that could possibly resemble a creature with more than four legs (hair, purse strap, plant, bathing suit strap, each other, sarong, everything, etc.).

We wasted no time in finding a market and purchasing some staples: beer and cookies. After this essential task was completed, we fell into bed and rested up for the big day ahead of us.

Voy a México

One best friend. One beach hut in a remote fishing village on the coast of Mexico. One bikini. One pair of flips flops. One backpack. One week.