Return to Puerto Escondido
Sunset serenity in the hidden port
Somehow it always seems like a home-coming as we approach Puerto Escondido. Like a partial recollection of a childhood place, the appearance of the towering Sierra Gigantes and their ape-like peaks has an eidetic quality to it; a vividness that isn’t quite explained by a toting up of the obvious elements. Yes, the scenery illuminated by theatric sunset clouds partially obscuring the sentinels’ gorilla-like heads create a mood. Add to that the splash of sailboats anchored about, the warm memories of past visits, and it completes a recipe for the sentimentality that washes over me. But there’s something else nagging at me at the edge of my consciousness, just out of touch. Something from a forgotten childhood memory or previous lifetime?
Dave and Merry welcomed our arrival with a terrific meal aboard Air Ops and a game of hand & foot afterwards. And MV The Cat’s Meow afloat in Cocktail Cove and looking better than ever.
Yesterday we attended a meeting of the Hidden Port Yacht Club and watched new officers elected efficiently and enthusiastically.
¡Ay, qué lindo!
