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Saturday, May 21, 2016

Surfers' Paradise

Sayulita used to be a sleepy fishing village just nothing of Puerto Vallarta in Nayarit, Mexico, until a surfing journal published an article about its consistent curls. Twenty years later it is a surfer's Mecca, the Malibu of Mexico and a great place for a family vacation.

Our "board" son, so named for his attraction to boards of all kinds- skate boards, snowboards and surfboards, led the enthusiasm for this destination. We concurred and headed south in early February.

The beach is, of course the main attraction. Thick with sun reloads especially on weekends. Loads of foreigners slather on the sunscreen and happily support the many local, but not pushy, vendors. Doughnuts, silver jewelry, beach blankets are among the many local s lectins you can make. Don't want to buy anything? A simple "No gracias" usually does it he trick.

This beachfront surf shop is owned by Patricia, a northwest native hailing from Portland, OR..She and her family have been coming for most of the year for over 20 years. Her son is now on the international surfing championship tour.

Papaya/strawberry smoothies, wood-inlay surfboards, aqua water dive excursions, hand-woven Aztec designed textiles, locally grown coffee, vegan bowls with a fried grasshopper option--you can find pretty much anything you might want in one of the closely-packed shops or stree-vendor tables.

The houses stack the hillside sin an uneven checkerboard of gold, blue and pink.

Turreted tombstones laden with plastic flowers and touching epithets populate the local cemetery that leads, appropriately, to Playa de los Muertos - "beach of the dead". Ironically as a swimming beach, it surpasses Sayulits's beach.

Don Eduardo's Palapa, a grass-roofed structure perches on the hilltop above both beaches giving a spectacularly expansive view- perfect for the morning yoga class I attended.

A word of warning to us tender bellies from the States: take your time easing into the local cuisine. Or as my son put it #donteatthefishtacos.