Leaving Las Olas

We left Puerto Escondido. Why would we do such a thing? I keep asking myself the same question. Apparently, it has something to do with a sweet housesitting arrangement in Guanajuato. I will save my tears, for I've got a feeling in my bones I will return there someday.

Tara clinging to our last moments in Puerto.


We managed to take a day trip to Huatulco, a sandy little town with pretty bays and apparently, monster six-inch waves capable of taking out two grown women.

In between the 8 am service meeting and the 4 pm service meeting, we got up to some swell activity.

Paul surfing Zicatela.

Nick & Chels heading out for a sesh.

Minutes after the above picture was taken things got heavy and I was high tailing it to dry land, while Nick decided to bust out this salty snack:

We probably wouldn't have left, left to our own devices. But Zorayda, appreciator of all things historic, devised a devious plan to deviate us from the delightful depths of the sea. We were to leave and receive cultural enrichment at the ruins off Monte Alban in central Oaxaca. There was much weeping and gnashing of the teeth on my part, but off we went to the ruinous ruins, and truth be told they were pretty sweet.

Crouching Pablo, Hidden Nico

Zoe amongst her tribesmen.

After soaking up some ancient history, we headed back to the house to prepare for lift off. Little did we know, our host family in Oaxaca had spent days crafting a special meal of traditional food, including this giant vat of mole. Witness as Nick adds the final stir, assuring a meal that would culturally enrich our palates, and later necesitate the use of stretchy pants.

Our hosts: Benigna, Hugo, Mari, Nellie, and little Vaña.
Objects in picture may be larger than they appear.

With all our luggage packed in and six of us trying to fit in one car to the airport, one person had to be packed away in the trunk like a piece of baggage. Unfortunately, none of us can be considered petite. So, the put the giant baby in back.

Even Vaña knew it was cruel and unusual. Clearly, she was so distraught she started to emit rays. We headed to the airport, said our goodbyes to Oaxaca (and Paul), and headed off to San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato. We've been here for a couple days, but I can't tell you anything now, for there isn't time.

Ok, there's a little time. Time to meet one friend from San Miguel.

Meet... EDMUND!