Okay so not the most inventive of post titles, but I like the word Mismaloya. It rolls off my tongue. A little smoother after a few beers but I find that I keep saying it as often as I can just because I can. Oh, and there is that small thing about us sitting around enjoying La Playa Mismaloya all day that gives me an extra reason. If I was in Cleveland then wandering around saying Mismaloya people would probably write me off as afflicted in some strange way. Here people seem to know what I am talking about at least and at worst discount my repetitive behavior as a classic case of crazy American practicing her spanish....badly.
We packed the kids up this morning to catch a boat to Las Caletas.
Miss Thing has been wanting to see the jungle (She seems truly convinced that if we find vines Diego just might come swinging by) and Las Caletas is an awesome little segment of private beach that gets you into the jungle a bit with a little control for those of us with a ridiculous desire to avoid jungle related illnesses. Turns out that director John Huston used it as his home for years after filming Night of the Iguana here. That quickly prompted Super Son and Miss thing to plead their case for letting us live there. Off the grid for the afternoon is one thing...I will pass on taking up residence there.
While we were there we found in a hammock swinging happily a rare species Missus Thingus Naturalas.
What a lovely specimen! She was quickly replaced by the more commonly known Missus Thingus Hammus ItUpus Maximus.
Hero Husband even got his hands on the camera for a bit.
Well, the sun is setting and the Puerto Vallarta rainy season is gracing us with an evening storm that tastes fresh and summery as it comes down from the mountain whipping up winds worthy of a good romance novel cover. So I leave you with a parting shot and some old Irish wisdom about living near the sea
'It stops old wounds from hurting. It revives the spirit. It quickens the passions of mind and body, yet lends tranquility to the soul.'
When you sit at the seam between the tropical forest and the beach I think this becomes exponentially more true. I may only be living here for a short time but I will embrace it while I can.
(oh my goodness does she look like her Daddy or what?)