Mexico Inspiration Trip: Part II
As I stepped off our small plane onto the intensely hot tarmac, I immediately started sweating under the blistering Mexican sun. All I could think of was getting into boardshorts and taking off on a perfect wave. In the short trip from the airport to our beach side palapa, I noticed the raw beauty of this country and its unpretentious inhabitants. With a camera around my neck, I began to capture as much of this long awaited trip as possible.
After the first 24 hours, I realized we could slow down and enjoy the absence of our normal rituals and routines we have grown so accustomed to in America. One morning, while sitting in our hammocks after surfing, we heard a distant sound of old Spanish music heading our way. A faded old VW bug with a homemade stereo system strung atop its roof emerged from a cloud of dust. With kids running to its side I realized it was the equivalent of an ice cream truck. His custom aluminum cooler in the passenger seat held an impressively vast variety of homemade popsicles for a mere five pesos each. I emptied my pockets, grabbed a popsicle and bragged to the others like a child.
When we weren't surfing we spent most of our time exploring. From the mango and coconut groves to the beach, there was always something new to find. Between destinations we were constantly stopped in our tracks by something unusual to us. We slowly turned our patio table into a specimen display until the surface was entirely covered. All of these unexpected discoveries and sightings created a trip that nobody could have foreseen.
With a surfboard bag stuffed with small treasures and a dozen rolls of film exposed, I wasn't quite ready to leave this calm and fulfilling sanctuary. I realized my main reason of coming to surf was only a small part of this beautiful place's offering. I look forward to returning to see what else I will discover.