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Over five
years ago my grandmother
read about the quiet
surfing village of
Troncones on the west
coast of Mexico, about
40 kilometers north of
Zihuatanejo.
Various combinations of
family members and
friends have come over
the years for a week
long winter break.
This year my parents,
Bryan, Julie, and I were
lucky enough to make the
annual pilgrimage.
I am accustomed to trips
that involve site-seeing
and learning about the
history of an area, but
this trip is about how
little we can do in a
week. |
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Mornings consisted
of sleeping in,
walking on the
beach, body-surfing,
and cooking
breakfast
("breakfast" because
it was our first
meal of the day, not
because it was
before noon).
We typically had
some combination of
beans, rice, eggs,
fresh tortillas
(from the
tortilleria),
potatoes, and papaya
(as shown above) or
pineapple. |
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After breakfast, we
played Scrabble,
took naps, read
books, or played
Trivial
Pursuit---everything
that we rarely have
time for at home. |
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Bryan had taken surf
lessons in Brazil
last July and was
keen to rent a surf
board most
afternoons. He
is an advanced
beginner---standing
up (a bit shakily)
on many waves.
At some point we all
tried out the surf
board with varying
degrees of success.
I did a lot of
standing up and
promptly falling
down (as Bryan is
demonstrating above), but one time I
stood up and stayed
up---just long
enough to know that
there will be more
surfing trips in my
future. |
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After dinner (and a
few margaritas)
Bryan encouraged us
to make our best
dancing moves (con
una poca de gracia). |
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Pigs in the sunset,
photographed by
Julie. We
don't remember these
guys from other
years, but every
afternoon they were
romping on the
beach. |
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All smiles after a
happy time in the
surf! |
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