Yesterday we drove to Sayulita for a wander through the shops and a delicious lunch. Although the town is very touristic, it still holds touches of authenticity. A temporary bridge was placed over the river after the original one was washed out during flooding.
From our restaurant, we watched groups of wannabee surfers attempting to ride the waves to shore. The teacher stood effortlessly on his board, yelling instructions.
In the town square, artisans worked on beaded creations
Last night we were invited to have dinner at Nestor and Rosie's house, high above Puerto Vallarta. They served a wonderful meal for eleven guests from Canada and the USA. Trucks with tired engines laboured up the road beside the house, drowning out conversation. Motorcycles without mufflers struggled to reach the top. Their home has a gorgeous view but the sound effects would keep me awake at night!
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