The surf pounds the well-packed sand, littered with seaweed. I sit, toes buried deep where the water meets the shore. Behind me, local vendors run a sales rotation at Puerto Vallarta’s Sea Monkey, a beach bar with a handful of tables and umbrellas nestled on the coastline. They sell everything: Drawings. Jewelry. Marionettes. Clothing. Massages. As eachContinue reading “Sea Monkey and Sunsets”
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