Just past the high rise hotels, the paved road ends and suddenly you are bouncing down a dirt road full of pot holes, rocks, ruts and dust. The desert becomes more sparse and the harshness of it much more apparent. We found ourselves driving into a very rustic fishing village, passing shacks that represent homes and colorful laundry hanging out to dry in the breeze. We knew that at the end of the village is a great little restaurant -- name unknown – that serves amazing food.
We sat outside under a tin roof at a picnic table with Izzie, our dog, and find ourselves being served some of the most delicious sea food imaginable. Our favorite dish is a soup with fish, shrimp, octopus and veggies served bubbling and boiling hot in a lava pot with three legs called a molcajete.
While we ate this amazing dish, we threw chips or crackers to the birds and seagulls. We could look across the bay to the other side of life to the larger hotels. We watched the fishermen gather up their day’s catch and bring it in to shore with a sea lion following behind hoping for part of the day’s catch. We also watched with amusement the Pelicans nose dive in for “their” dinner of the day. All the while, the sun is keeping us warm and a gentle breeze brings us all the smells of the sea.
This is our idea of a perfect Sunday afternoon!!