I'm the kind of girl who reads about a place and just wants to pick up and move there. Immediately. Like one of those sell everything, start over and live on the beach type of mindsets is what I am blessed/cursed with. I almost did it last year (a hundred times) when I found an adorable casa in San Blas, Mexico for sale. Never mind that I'd never been there. Never mind that I was ensconced in a half-year-long, huge television production. I was just ready to go....sight unseen. But, then I started to research the San Blas area a bit more and I found out that the seaside village gets huge infestations of flies every summer that nearly drives people mad and I was like, oh...well...thank god I read that before committing my life savings to a shack on the beach. Next location!
But, I still wanted to see the place. It was still in the back of my mind as a tiny, off-radar travel spot, so when I left Isla Mujeres, I knew that I was headed toward the Pac coast and the San Blas area. I rolled into the Western section of Mexico about 10 PM (from Mexico City)--headed toward SB--and was weaving through mighty dense jungle that smelled EXACTLY like the rice fields in Bali. I mean to the T. I almost had to pull over because I was so overwhelmed by its intensely familiar, and breathtaking, scent. Instead, though, I just rolled down my windows and gazed at the full moon drooping over--and lighting up--the deserted hills.
The small town square was all abuzz with bustling cafes, smiling expats and grills charring up fresh fish. At close to midnight. It was kinda kooky to see all that activity in such a tiny village, but I just made my way straight to a nice hotel (time to treat myself), checked in, and then headed out for a few beers. A restaurant just down the street from my hotel had a mariachi band bellowing out old Mexican love songs and I sat and drank and poured over my map, plotting my journey the next day (I was longing to see San Carlos as well). Somehow the singer made his way to my table (again, I must have APPROACH ME, POR FAVOR on my forehead), but we had a nice chat and a few laughs. I was just praying he wasn't going to serenade me in the middle of the dining room. Instead he asked me out and gave me a rose. Very sweet. I will say this---NEVER go to Mexico if you want to be alone. Friends in the making are all across this lovely country.
The next AM, I tore out of bed at the crack of dawn and made my way to the beach. Instantly I spotted a lone sailboat heading North. To where, I wondered? I wanted to transplant myself from the sandy beach onto the bow of that boat so bad, but instead I loaded back into my truck and hit the road. Next stop San Carlos---via bumpy, no-traffic backroads, thank you very much~~