From Beach to Town
David and I had hoped to go out in his two sit on top kayaks, but the wind was really ripping, causing large waves and strong currents.
We took a walk up the road instead; Patti told us a good bit about the history—and the trials and tribulations—of the Homeowners’ Association. Most of the houses are rather modest, but a few are very large, and a few are very garish.
Hoping that the wind would die down, we all piled into the truck and drove into town. We never saw the promenade along the sea—cars were backed up for many blocks. We did some shopping for the girls at a large, very nice crafts store. There were many things we might have brought home if we has a way to get them there!
Like many stores in Mexico, there was a goodly supply of Day of the Dead ware!
The B’s then went on autopilot, visiting some of their favorite spots to assemble a dinner. First came a fish store, where we bought more shrimp than we could possibly eat. Then on to a place that serves complete roast chicken dinners: chicken, frijoles refritos, and flour tortillas. Here’s a guy chopping our chicken into pieces.
We then went down the road to a tortilleria, where we supplemented our stock of flour tortillas, added some corn tortillas, and even more beans!
Back at home, we boiled the shrimp and left them in the fridge to cool while we went back to the beach for a long walk away from the mouth of the estuary.
The margarita session was even more serious: we had to compare the drink with tequila versus mezcal…and mezcal won. Here’s David working the antique cast iron lime press and adding the Controy.
They went pretty well with the shrimp, totopos, and a variety of salsas that Patti whipped up on the spot. The dinner that followed was great: the chicken and beans were delicious, and the flour tortillas the kind I remembered: thin and very slightly buttery. I did have to say that my corn tortillas were better!