Zephyrs in Zihua

Once each year, in cold winter months, we fly South to see the sun. This year, I didn’t just see the sun, I surfed the sea. At least a few times I got up to ride the wave and made sure a camera clicked for the record… it may not happen again. Who knew surfing is a technical sport? After enough wipe outs, I do! If you want to learn to surf, many North Americans, Canadians, and Europeans find their way to a remote village called La Saladita. By remote, I mean traveling on the fender of a beat-up quad driven by Juan, my surf instructor and bird watching guide on dirt roads past wildlands and coconut palm plantations. Juan knew enough English and I knew enough Spanish that we got along great. Juan’s other surfing students were retired transplants from England. While having a blast, we all agreed the water was exceptionally rough that morning… (Ha! Like I would know the difference!)

Other than the adrenaline rush of rising through white water to pass through a wave, the trip was restful. Mojitos and pinadas all around during rounds of Boom! and 5 Crowns with our dear friends, Pat Brock and Mary Lou Kilmer Brock. They invited us to join them at their 3 Bedroom, 3 Bath private villa complete with a bonus casita and pool. There the resident iguanas, Peek and Boo keep an eye on us.

About 20 miles northwest of Zihua, the closest villages are Majahua and Los Troncones, which are often the site of yoga retreats at the picturesque B&Bs and small resorts. Pat’s place (that Pat helped build) is 2 blocks from the pristine beach far from the nearest tourist trap. Every morning, I awoke to a breeze that carried the sound of surf pounding the shore. Pat and Mary Lou like to share their oasis with others for very reasonable rates. If you’re interested in stepping off the beaten path to visit a lesser known part of Mexico, send me a message for more information.