I went to live on the beach in Puerto Escondido, Mexico for three weeks in February. There isn't much to do but the ocean and I don't know how to swim.

Puerto Escondido

I went to live on the beach in Puerto Escondido, Mexico for three weeks in February. There isn't much to do but the ocean and I don't know how to swim.

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Through the windows, the outside grew into the inside

and the inside into the outside.

 

I had this office that I ordered from a catalog

and I shared it with this iguana.

At night, all sorts of creatures came out. I would wake up to the rustling of a giant opossum mythed in the neighborhood to be a cat eater. If it wasn't the opossum, it was the dogs barking at the chickens at 3am. One night there was a thunderstorm. Another night there was an earthquake. I slept very lightly and had thick dreams where the moon grew to the size of a coconut and then melted out of the sky and I'd have to run away with my family.

Besides the hummingbirds shooting in and out of the windows, sometimes we would find other guests.

Of course there was the picturesque beach

and the other beautiful scenes of a temperate climate.

Yes there was also coconuts, and sunglasses and bikinis

as well as little beach friends.

The days passed slow and easy. On this particular Sunday afternoon, we watched the superbowl with the all the retired canadians and a few mexicans at that one place with the big TVs.

Chapter 2

Puerto Escondido is known to change people. These people would come and visit and if the beach wanted them, they would stay for a long time.

This was the case for one girl from Mexico City and her dog. Over her years stay, she and the dog started to look more and more like Puerto.

It was rumored by some people that she picked cacti

Others said she could transform into them (mouse over the pictures)

Whatever the truth is, puerto well only let her leave when the time is right, if that time comes ever, and even then, there will be another chilango to come and loose themselves in the salt air.

Chapter 3

Scooters and motorcycles are by far the best way to get around to get around the small port.

One weekend we took Jim's motorycle an hours ride to Mazunte. I got a sunburn and that usually doesn't happen because I'm Egyptian.

I remember reading a story about a young girl dying at this same beach. I went in and the water was only 3 feet high, and then the swell would come in and the water would rise over my head from the same spot. After exhausting myself in the water, I watched the wave swallow the rock over and over again.

We raced the sunset and the rising tide and hiked around the rocks to Punta Cometa where there is pirate treasure according to wikipedia.

One hour later Jim did the canonball.

To end the day, there was a cactus and a full moon.

We made it back just as it was getting dark and got to see another day.

THE END