I realize that some of our past Photo Journals have been city heavy, so let's reconnect a bit with nature. This Photo Journal takes us back more than 2 years ago to the Oaxacan coast in Mexico and a stretch of beach called Zipolite. Zipolite is an odd little place that really only exists because of its beach and because it is decently far away from everything else. It's the kind of place where you can get a "crepe" from a place called The Terrible, where the proprietor of the internet cafe sells pot on the side, and where the owner of an Italian guest house has no problem fixing up the place with power tools while wearing nothing more than a speedo. In other words, nothing seems strange even though it all is.

The daily view

During the day...

...and at sunset.

The entrance to our hotel, Posada Mexico, which was curiously run by Italians.

A careful study of the sand reveals that it is indeed awesome.
August 06, 2010
Earl
August 07, 2010
Bessie
August 06, 2010
Lily
August 06, 2010
mumsie
August 10, 2010
Linda
August 12, 2010
Bessie