January snow and sun

As some of you know, I was down in Vancouver in January and it seemed that I brought the northern winter with me! It was sunny, cold, and icy for much of the time but was it ever beautiful! After being up north for six months in a landscape that is somewhat barren, although beautiful in its own way, everything about Vancouver seemed gorgeous: the trees, the mountains, the plants, the people, the architecture … I think I must have been starved for aesthetic experiences!

Especially the snow-covered mountains – I couldn’t stop taking pictures of them.

Here’s a mural message that hits home on a building at Main and 10th: the Present is a Gift. After a very stressful January, that really resonates for me!

I was happy to be able to connect with some of my dear friends while I was there – these two cuties:

And these three:

Others I don’t have any pictures of, but it was so wonderful to be able to spend time with friends that I hadn’t seen for a while.

I signed up for an introductory month of yoga at the YYoga studio in Kits and captured this fabulous end of day burst of golden glory after class one day.

Even just walking around Granville Island, which I’ve spent so much time on over the years, was like something new and wonderful after having been away.

While out walking I stopped in the middle of intersections to take yet more pictures of those fabulous mountains.

Ty & I caught the Collectors show at the Vancouver Museum, a display of the wild and wacky stuff that some people are compelled to accumulate – made me feel like not so much of a hoarder!

If I think about the psychology of collecting curiosities, it seems partly linked with acquisition and consumption; finding something “other”, alien, or exotic fascinating and wanting to absorb it into one’s own psychological or physical environment. Placing such an object in a collection or curiosity cabinet immobilises it, but also leaves it accessible to scrutiny or wondering about or appreciating (in that old sense of art or music “appreciation”). It may be that collecting objects is a way of filling a gap or fulfilling a lack … It is true that the historical curiosity cabinets or Wunderkammer did focus on the exotic and unfamiliar, at a time when everything seemed to be available for gathering and containing.

Back in 2009 when Ty & I were on Libong island in the Andaman Sea south of Trang, Thailand, I gathered up quite a lot of shells from the beach one night, making sure that they were empty. I put them on our deck, lined up in order of size – I was going to do a painting of them. The next morning, I was quite disappointed that several of them were gone and I thought that someone had come by in the night and taken them away. Later that morning I saw the line of missing shells, not empty as it happened but occupied by hermit crabs, making their stately way back to the beach – the flow of the marvellous is all around us.

I was happy to have been able to participate in the Vancouver Women’s March while I was there, a large and lively gathering of folks from all walks of life. After having been passed by while standing at the bus stop to go downtown to the march by several packed-to-the-rafters buses, one finally stopped for us – it was absolutely full of pink-hatted protestors heading to the march. I felt a bit underdressed without a pink pussyhat.

We all gathered at the Olympic Plaza waterfront and, after waiting for quite a while, headed off for the Trump Tower on Georgia.

I loved the sign below, a riff on the now-famous Baroque painting of Judith slaying Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi.

I knew my friend Beatrice had also gone to the march, but hadn’t seen her there. When I downloaded my photos, there she was in the middle of the picture below.

Before heading back up to the frozen north, Ty and I took the opportunity of relaxing and decompressing in Puerto Vallarta for a quick, much too short, hit of sun and warmth. Since we went at the absolute last moment without having planned anything, we weren’t able to find any suitable accommodation to book on line. So we hit the road and just walked in to several hotels in old town, where, on our third try, we found a great room on the top floor of the Posada Lily with a wrap around balcony. A great location at the epicentre of old town at the corner of Basilio Badillo and Olas Altas, the Lily is half a block from the beach and across the street from a coffee shop with great java – perfect!

Here Ty is enjoying his morning coffee on our balcony facing out over the city and watching the sun rise over the hills behind – beautiful!

We had a very low-key and relaxing time, mosieing (sp?) along the malecon

sipping cervesas and margaritas (pro tip: for a killer margarita, try the Redneck Bar at the north end of the malecon – deadly).

Some evenings saw us strolling along the beach, taking in the light show from the pier and all the sights and sounds of merry-making in the Zona Romantica.

One of our favourite places is the Isla Cuale, a green oasis of quiet, at least at the eastern end where the city cultural centre is located, and the Las Brazzas bar. This place is never busy; I really don’t know how they stay in business, but is a very pleasant place to rest on a hot day.

Behind one of the small galleries here a paper mache sculpture of the Donald as a giant pig was strung up to a lamp post.

We enjoy seeing the wares of local artists on display on the Isla; this woman is a watercolour painter specialising in images of black cats in compromising situations. We commisioned her to do a special orange cat for a dear friend.

Of course, we had to take in the South Side Shuffle, the every second Friday extravaganza of art and music in Old Town just down the road from the Posada Lily.

We had a nice chat with Nathalie, the fabulous proprietor of Art Vallarta, and her helper Michael, a performance artist, at their pop-up gallery in what used to be the ceramic studio of Patricia Gawle.

Nathalie is a great supporter of local artists and does a tremendous amount for the arts in Vallarta. In addition to the pop-up gallery and the Art Vallarta studio and gallery, another of her initiatives this year was a house installation of Tony Collantez’ work, an incredible collection of works on canvas and murals in a dizzying array of styles.

We took in the Tuesday hike from Boca to Las Animas organised by Calgarian Doug, along with about 35 other people who packed the bus heading south to the trailhead.

Some folks like to do this hike at super-speed; others, like us, at a more leisurely pace. After the first half hour, the crowd thinned out and spread out along the route.

While we were hiking the day was slightly overcast, which made the walk a bit more pleasant than doing it in the blazing sun.

Since I was now familiar with the route, it did not seem as onerous as the first few times I walked it.

Here Ty is happy that after two hours the end is in sight!

We enjoyed a great lunch at the usual spot, the Caracol restaurant, with the rest of the crew.

A surprise addition to the day was a late afternoon baseball game with the locals at Quimixto, the next village south along the bay where the folks from the restaurant live. Some of the hikers had brought down and donated baseball equipment to the village, including uniforms, bats, balls, and gloves, and had challenged the locals to a game. After lunch and a rest on the beach we all piled back into a panga and headed south for the 15 minute ride to the village.

The game took place at the elementary school field, an expanse of dirt with a view of the ocean.

Before the game proper got going, Ty played a bit of ball with the kids.

Since at this point there were about 30 people for “our” side, not all of us played; I sat it out and Ty played for the local team instead.

While it was a casual, pickup game, all of a sudden when things got going, the Canadians got quite competitive, practicing their most blazing throws in the late afternoon sun. Unfortunately, while everyone could throw pretty well, no one seemed to be able to catch …

All the local guys were heavy hitters, belting the ball into the far distance where our team scrambled without much success to catch and throw it back in.

After a few foul balls, Ty blasted one out to left field and got on base.

Even though we lost 12 to 1, the team were good sports, buying the happy winners a beer before we hopped back on the boat for the return journey to town.

By this time, it was early evening and the sun was setting, not the most optimum time to be on the water without lights or life vests …

We were luck enough to see two humpback whales frolicing on the way back.

I also had the opportunity to plein air paint with Angie, an artist from Penticton who spends much of the winter in PV.

Angie and her husband Rob have a place in old town, and Angie now has her own studio on the main floor of the building where she can paint and display her work.

We also enjoyed spending some time with friends Beatrice and Bev, in town for a few weeks from Vancouver.

One of the most fun things to do in the evening in high season PV is the Wednesday Night Centro Art Walk. Here are a few tidbits of artistic goodies that we saw:

This little guy reminded me of our beautiful departed dog Brubin:

Beatrice taking notes:

See more PV photos here.

One thing I have had reinforced this winter is that we must savour every moment and be thankful and grateful for good friends and family. Carpe diem everyone!

Random PV Moments

The upstairs amigas getting ready for the day.

An old town bug.

At the Three Hens and a Rooster Saturday Artists’ Market.

This small market is held in what was formerly a restaurant whose proprietors apparently had to get out of town fast.

Katrina guarding a selection of books.

Barb teaching the coffee shop man some moves.

Another larger Farmers’ Market in Old Town at Lazaro Cardenas Park is also on Saturdays; these two young female mariachis serenaded us with song and violins.

Right across the street is Page in the Sun, one of my favourite coffee places in old town.

There’s a beautiful glass and ceramic mosaic on the wall of the elementary school here.

Another day, another early morning coffee on the Loma Linda deck. Maggie blows out her 21st birthday candle.

Maggie watercolourised Barb and I.

The artist at work – Maggie painted lots of acrylic on canvas works on the deck here.

Another day, another coffee at Page in the Sun, here with Penticton artist and plein air master Angie McIntosh, who has a condo and studio here.

We saw lots of local women getting ready for some kind of performance at Los Arcos amphitheatre.

Janet had her photo taken with some Aztec dancers on the malecon.

Janet and Kathy took some classes with Douglas Simonson at Art Vallarta called Harnessing the Power of Painting and were very impressed with his teaching methods. Below is one of the exercises they did, learning how to mix and blend colours by painting what look like spheres.

See you next time, Puerto Vallarta!

Exploring Bucerias and Los Muertos Beach

Bucerias! Never having visited this beach town before, Barb, Janet, and I made the treck out on a Saturday, first grabbing a cab to the Walmart bus stop and then the ATM green bus along the highway in the direction of Sayulita. The bus, whose driver had affixed an enormous metal crucifix to his windshield, deposited us at the Centro intersection and we rolled down towards the water, stopping first at the church, whose cement fence was topped by interesting cement animals.

Inside the church scores of local kids were running around, playing games, eating lunch, and just generally having a good time. It was nice to see the space being so well used, courtesy of the priest who allows them to use the nave because they have no other public place to congregate.

One of the interior statues features Christ with a large wooden flame in the middle of his head.

The plaza in which the church is located is lovely and green and only a block from the water.

At the bottom of the lamp stands are a variety of shells embedded in concrete, attesting to the fact that one used to be able to find such shells locally, even though I’ve never seen anything larger than a tiny clam shell in the years I’ve been coming here.

The beach is quite nice, long and sandy, although narrow and steeply dropping off, as all the beaches here seem to be now. We decided to set up shop at El Gordo seafood restaurant, drawn by the welcoming Canadian flag.

Even though it was a Saturday there were not very many people at the beach; this meant that the parade of vendors, mostly jewelry salespeople, paid us more attention that ideally I would have wanted.

A small crowd of kids flocked around us, trying to tempt us with rubber toy animals. They expressed interest in the pins attached to my hat so I gave one to each of the four of them. The boy below, a pretty shrewd operator, wanted the small pin that had been my Dad’s, the only one that I was unwilling to part with.

Two cowboys with three small horses cantered by and tried to get us to go for a ride; Janet, a horsewoman, had a look at one of them, a lovely white boy, but decided against it.

After purchasing some fake silver rings from one of the vendors (I’m sure mine are fake but Janet’s seemed real – if I get a rash on my fingers after wearing them, I will know for sure), our day at the beach concluded with small shots of kahlua on the house.

For our final full day in PV, we had breakfast on the beach at La Palapa in very pleasant beachside seats. Unfortunately, my pancakes were cold; the huevos rancheros looked pretty good, though.

After settling ourselves at the Swell Beach Club for the day, we watched a high flyer show off on his flyboard, dipping and diving like a sea serpent.

Barb and Janet each took home Frida sarongs, while Maggie and Kathy purchased tablecloths and a woven rug.

So long, Puerto Vallarta! Thanks for another great time – hasta luego!

 

Hike to Las Animas Take Two

Barb and I decided to do the Monday hike to Las Animas again, except this time taking the low ocean-front route rather than the stairs up the mountain. We met Doug, Judith, John, and Charlie at the Boca bus stop on Constitucion, boarding the first bus to leave after 10:30 am. Doug had to sneak his dog Chester on board, since only dogs who are small enough to sit on their owner’s lap are really allowed on the bus.

Often on Mexican buses there is entertainment provided by people who travel along with the bus for a bit; this day it was two clowns doing some sort of comedy routine but my Spanish was not up to it.

After a quick pit stop at the Boca beachside washrooms, we headed across the bridge and onto the trail, passing several horses on the way.

We picked up a group of six young Argentinians on the trail and hiked with them to Los Colomitos, the first bay along the trail. The young woman ahead of me was wearing flip-flops, not a very good choice for this trail.

Charlie’s dog Dutch, an older poodle, did a very good job of keeping up with the group.

Dutch and Chester had a little encounter with Wilson, the great Dane who lives at the Ocean Grill.

So after that, it was time to move on …

The lower trail is very narrow and without handrails for the most part so we had to be careful and watch our steps.

It’s a very scenic route. Luckily, we were walking in shade for most of the way.

Along the whole route dogs started barking furiously as soon as they noticed Chester and Dutch; two looked like they were going to chase after us but didn’t in the end.

Maggie and Janet had planned to join us by boat for lunch. As the minutes ticked past, we figured that they weren’t coming but lo and behold, we saw a flash of white hair, and there they were on the last boat to Yelapa pulling onto the beach.

Once again, a great day out! Cheers! See more here.

Birthday Dinner at Le Bistro

Happy 21st Birthday again, Maggie! The gang of six strolled down the hill to Le Bistro on Isla Cuale to celebrate Maggie’s birthday with what we thought would be a Cuban music-inspired evening riverside. Well, the cubans were a no show but the local pianist on the restaurant’s white grand piano was good, and his entourage of young women in long lacy gowns was also interesting.

The restaurant makes a great setting for art exhibitions, and at the moment has quite a few local scenes on display, one of which, the cathedral piece here, looks a lot like the one I’m attempting to finish right now.

When we arrived the place was aglow with candle light and lots of people enjoying their dinner.

It was nice the see the place busy, since it had been pretty much a ghost town at lunch.

Our meal began with an amouse bouche of chicken on a tiny cracker, down the hatch in one bite. As you can see Maggie was happy with her lobster bisque.

And Barb with her spinach salad.

Everything was beautifully presented (and very expensive). Barb and I had a pepper encrusted beef medallion (not the dinner below but one like it – this is Christine’s steak).

Janet and Kathy decided on the catch of the day, red snapper.

After the main course, I wandered around the restaurant, taking a few pictures of the eclectic decor.

I had told the waiter the other day when making our reservation that it would be Maggie’s birthday, so for desert they brought out a lovely birthday platter and several servers sang Happy Birthday to the Queen of the Evening.

Everyone but me decided to be Frida for the evening, taking turns going to the washroom and returning with a black unibrow, courtesy of Barb’s eyebrow makeup.

Janet was the best incarnation, since she also has the Frida hairstyle.

Maggie’s brow made her look a bit crazed.

After dinner, Janet the cat whisperer saw a kitty cat in the distance, made the call, and lo and behold, from all corners of the island, they streamed toward us.

Here are the five unibrows on the way home – Cheers!

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Strolling around Centro, PV

Barb found a new friend in PV; hope Frida doesn’t know.

Lucha libre, anyone?

Walking across the bridge towards Isla Cuale, we saw two new murals recently created by our painting master Quetzal.

This year, for the first time since I have been coming here, the Jazz Bistro, formerly home to a large colony of feral cats, is open. The 2 for 1 margarita sign drew us in like moths to a flame.

The place is huge, with a lovely seating area out over the river, and decorated with lots of eclectic artwork and, strangely to me, several old wooden printing presses. Possibly the owner was formerly involved in the printing trade? Quien sabe?

The margaritas, of which we had two each, were deadly. After stumbling out of the restaurant, we made our way down the isla to the bridge over the water leading up to Gringo Gultch.

And past the Casa Kimberly, formerly the home of lovebirds Liz Taylor and Richard Burton, of which there is a bronze statue decorating the casa’s forecourt.

Walking past the Hacienda San Angel, we saw that the door was open and decided to check it out. Don, a fellow Canadian here for several months, kindly showed us his room and the attached roof top terrace with a commanding view of the bay and the cathedral just below.

On Sunday evening the six of us decided to join the dancing throngs in the plaza right downtown, to the accompaniment of a live brass band (with a woman tuba player).

See more photos here.

Clay Cooking in the Art Kitchen, Puerto Vallarta

The gang of six on the way to Art Vallarta.

Diego, Frida, and her monkey welcomed us to the Mexican-Morrocan cooking class at Art Vallarta last Wednesday evening. Hosted by the wonderful Nathalie, the class is held in the Art Kitchen penthouse of the San Franciscan condo complex in Old Town Puerto Vallarta, in the air above Art Vallarta.

The artist-painted chair backs are a new addition to the terrace dining table this year and they are gorgeous, as are the beautiful handmade textile place-mats.

Nathalie, dressed in colourful Frida-inspired clothing and apron, greeted us with refreshing blended drinks of tequila, cilantro, and pineapple juice (so much for my swearing off tequila …).

The first order of business was removing the pistils from a bowl of zucchini flowers to be used in a crepe dish.

Next, Janet was deputised to wash the banana leaves for a clay-cooked fish dish, while Maggie stoked the fire in the chimenea, in which the fish was to be cooked.

In addition to the raw clay platters Nathalie had pre-prepared, looking like enormous peanut butter cookies, the dish required a sauce of passion plant seeds from her enormous flowers, lots of cilantro, red onion, and cream.

This is the passion plant flower; it is at least four times as big as the ones I grow on my deck.

After patting out the clay and covering it with a banana leaf, we added a chunk of red snapper, drenched it with sauce, sealed it up in a banana leaf, and wrapped the entire package in clay, being sure that the clay had no holes.

Nathalie was pleased with our creations.

While we made the clay fish pockets, Brook whipped up the batter for the crepes in a large clay dish.

Once the chimenea was hot enough, Nathalie inserted the clay fish pockets deep into its belly, finding room for all nine pieces.

For the main dish, Nathalie had marinated chicken thighs and placed them in the bottom of one of Froylan’s whimsical clay tagines.

Building up the dish into a pyramid of food, we added prunes, red onion, herika sauce,

carrots, zucchini, garbanzo beans, potatoes, lots and lots of cilantro,

pomegranate seeds,

and covered the whole enormous pile with cabbage leaves at the end. The tagine is simply placed on a stove top element and left to cook for an hour or so; since the food that requires the most time to cook is placed on the bottom and that which requires the least at the top, all of it is ready to go at the same time.

The zucchini flowers were rolled into the crepes with a mild white cheese and covered in a roasted tomato sauce.

It was a bit tricky getting all of the clay pockets out of the chimenea’s belly.

Unfortunately, two of the pockets exploded while cooking but mine survived intact.

Once seated at the dining table, we each took turns whacking the clay with wooden mallets to reveal the fish inside.

My favourite dishes were the spicy cold avocado soup and the crepe.

This is what the crepe, when cooked, looked like. I really love the unusual ingredients and unique ways in which Nathalie’s recipes are prepared and cooked – her class is highly recommended!

And here’s the tagine dish. Thanks to Nathalie for a wonderful cooking class and great evening on her terrace!

See more pics here. For more info on the Art Kitchen, go here.

 

Puerto Vallarta Botanical Gardens

Puerto Vallarta Botanical Gardens is one of the most lovely spots on the coast here, founded in 2006 by some flower folks and kept going mostly by donations. It’s an easy 35 minute trip south of PV on the El Tuito bus, costing about 20 pesos.

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One half of the garden consists of trails through the jungle, not unlike those through Lynn Canyon Park, except that there’s no river at the bottom of the gulch.

The structure in the background is the rhododendron house; I don’t remember seeing it before so perhaps it is new this year.

Lots of the plants in the cacti gardens are blooming, with tiny flower buds perched on top of big cactus leaves.

We followed the trail down to the river but didn’t take a dip; for some reason, it doesn’t really appeal to me.

This year the most interesting plants for me were all the tiny orchids with beautiful bell-shaped flowers.

I love these face-pots, possibly a ceramic project for another year.

Lots of beautiful small butterflies flutter around the flowers here.

The second half of the garden consists of smaller areas with different species of plants, and little memorial areas, such as the one below.

This chapel also looks to be a recent addition, possibly to provide a space for weddings to take place.

Right next to the chapel is a tiny pet cemetery with headstones dedicated to the animal dearly departed.

One of my favourites is the orchid house, seen below.

Right outside the Visitors Centre is a lovely lily pond with lots of big koi, who rise to the surface of the water with mouths agape for whatever nibblies people toss in.

While waiting for the others to return, I sat next to the pond and did a small watercolour painting of it.

From the restaurant terrace on the upper level of the visitors centre, I could see the abandoned pool referred to in the Garden’s map. I have no idea why it’s there or what it’s about, but it would make a fabulous site for artistic experimentation – too bad it’s strictly off limits.

In the tops of trees we could see from the dining area large platters of food drew bluebirds, with beady black eyes, and black and yellow birds – I was only able to get photos of the greedy bluebirds, who hogged the feeders.

See more here.

 

Plein Air at Los Muertos

Four of the six amigas decided to do plein air painting on the beach at Los Muertos today. Instead of Adrian Rojas, the usual teacher who is out of town, we had Quetzal Cocoatl instead, who arrived at Art Vallarta with a big smile.

After paying our dues and buying canvases, we rolled down the hill will all our supplies to set up shop under the palapas at the Tropicana hotel.

We were each given a portable easel, selection of acrylic paints and brushes, and the guidance of Quetzal for the morning. It took a few moments to decide where to set up our easels for the most optimum subject matter. I decided to face north towards the pier.

Quetzal sketched out a beach scene of umbrellas and chairs for Barb to paint, while Janet, Maggie and I opted for landscapes, and Kathy decided to do a portrait of Maggie.

A group of French Canadian men from Montreal came by to see what we were up to and spent quite a bit of time admiring our work. As you can see here, I began by sketching out the motif in yellow ochre and started to block in non-naturalistic colours.

Maggie’s first landscape started off well with a beautiful cloudy sky the colour of her shirt.

My piece progressed more or less slowly, since I got a little bored with the subject long before it was actually done.

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Barb’s piece came along nicely, and Quetzal embarked on a portrait of Maggie painting.

Kathy blocked in the background colours around Maggie’s figure.

Janet decided to go for a more naturalistic approach, using blues and greys for her beachscape.

After completing the landscape of Conchas Chinas, Maggie began a new figurative piece we called “The Pink Man”, a portrait of the seated man in front of her.

Everyone continued to work away assiduously on their respective paintings, adding colour and detail.

Below is the actual pink man, a very suntanned French Canadian from Montreal.

I was beginning to like my painting more as I added more pinks, purple, and lilacs to the foreground.

Somehow, the pink man became aware that he was the subject of a portrait image and he, along with his posse, strolled over to check it out.

Happily, the pink man decided that he had to have the canvas as a souvenir of his vacation and a deal was made; he walked off with a MM original, to the delight of all.

Whereapon, Maggie decided to buy the portrait that Quetzal had painted of her, once again to the delight of all.

In these photos, my piece looks a bit washed out – it’s more vibrant in the flesh, so to speak.

All in all, a most successful day of art-making – huzzah! See more photos here. See some of Quetzal’s work here.

From Boca de Tomatlan to Las Animas

The five of us were up early-ish and off down the highway on the standing room only Boca bus for our hike to Las Animas. Rather than walk all the way into town and over the bridge, we elected to take our shoes off and ford the river at Boca de Tomatlan.

Ty and I had done the first half of the trail last year so I knew that part of the hike. The first bit past the ocean front houses is easy walking right along the water’s edge.

I remembered this enormous fig tree from last year.

We saw lots of pelicans and frigate birds sunning themselves on the rocks, as well as this iquana.

There are some very nice oceanfront villas here, none of which appear to be occupied at the moment. Quite a few are for sale.

After the first bit, the trail winds up and up the mountain and down the other side. Catching a glimpse of the gorgeous emerald blue-green water from the hill on the way down is fantastic.

This small bay is as far as Ty and I got last year so I wasn’t exactly sure where the trail heading south was. One map I looked at showed it running along the water but another blog said to look for the high trail. We came to a fork in the road and, after Barb saw that the waterside trail looked a bit sketchy, we decided to opt for the 1,000 step staircase heading up the hill.

We traveled quite a ways uphill into what was pretty dry brush, with dry leaves and dry dusty ground making it a bit difficult to navigate in spots.

We got to another fork in the road and met a family coming up the hill who said that the boats did not come into the bay below and that we should continue upward. Unfortunately, this turned out to be incorrect advice. After some debate as we were standing almost at the top of the mountain on a trail to nowhere, we decided to cut our losses and head back. Thankfully, we met Tammi on the trail back and she told us that, yes, we were supposed to go down the trail that the family had told us was the wrong one. Feeling a bit more chipper now that we were back on the right track, we headed down the hill in a canter.

Walking the last bit towards Las Animas was like following a mirage in the desert; first one beach, then the next, then the next, Las Animas always receding in the distance.

Some of the group were pretty weary by this point, since by now, we had been walking for about three hours and one of our party didn’t bring enough water.

The first couple of beaches here are private, with no facilities available unless you’ve booked in to stay.

Coming into the home stretch, we crossed this vast expanse of sand, only to see yet another sign pointing the way around yet another corner to Las Animas.

At this point I was beginning to feel like the character in the Monty Python movie that keeps turning to the audience as he’s walking away, saying, “Follow me, it’s not much further …”

Finally, after almost four hours of walking, we arrived at our destination and met Tammi and her group of intrepid hikers at the Caracol restaurant.

This group of Canadians shared their bottle of raicilla moonshine with us, pouring out shots served with slices of orange. OMG was it strong!

 

Along with the people were two lovely dogs in their group, Chester the pointer and Chino the terrier-chihuahua mix.

Doug, Tammi, Larry, and the others offered us a ride back in their boat, and the free margaritas that went with it. They do this hike every Monday during the season and are the restaurant’s best customers, so they get a great price on the drinks and the boat.

At four o’clock we all piled on the boat and headed back to PV, stopping at Los Arcos along the way to feed the fish.

The one hour ride back is timed to arrive just in time for Happy Hour at Langostino’s on the beach, which is where our group rolled to.

It was a great day and now I have sworn off tequila for the rest of the trip …

See more photos here.