South of the Border: La Manzanillo, Mexico

Despite all the tales of south of the border desperadoes, kidnapping, and narcos we bid farewell to Tad and Sevi at  LAX and boarded our Alaska non-stop flight to ZLO/Manzanillo, Mexico,  on Sunday, Dec. 5.  The only scary characters on our plane were sleep deprived Dick and Cathy who had flown down earlier in the morning from SEA. We arrived safely greeted by sea and sun.  The nice thing about flying early December is that the planes are half full.  We had our own rows on both flights, to and from.  The flight from LAX to ZLO passes over the Sea of Cortez and follows coastline.  The flight attendants are upbeat and the airport small enough that usually one flight is going through customs at a time. Much quicker and quieter than Zihua.  The red light/green light baggage check lottery is always amusing.    

Happy to land

Driving toward La Manz

Cihuatlin

We rented a car (the insurance was way more than rental fees) and DB, Dick, Cathy, and I headed north to La Manzanilla via Cihuatlan where we loaded up with provisions.

Mexican Wal-Mart

We arrived at our final destination, the dusty village of La Manzanilla, Jalisco, as the sun dropped into the Pacific.  Casa Dansa del Sol was the same as last year: pink in daylight, perfect for  puesta del sol, pitch black after.

Casa Darko del Sol

Dick net casting in front of the casa

Our home for two weeks