It is only July (Bastille Day). Yet, I cannot wait until until fall and my return to the charming sea side village that I now call home. I am a travel writer, yet on the advice of a friend and excellent editor named Marie, I do not mention the name of the places I love. I want to preserve this perfect place just as it is.
Arriving in Mexico, I carry my one bag aboard the local bus for a few pesos. I don’t need to carry much. Life is simple once again. The people are warm and friendly, the food, fresh, colorful and tasty. I walk, read, write, swim, cook and dance. Some days I hop on a bus, bicycle, dingy or raft and explore secret crannies and coves.