Pacific coast

We made it from the near coastal town of Colima (which I think is the town with the portal to another dimension,) to the coast. However, I never did enter the other dimension some would say I am already in it so how could I find it. Either way, I know have found the dimension of my dreams! I love the coast like I knew I would. As the California coast is my happiest place ever, I think I found a new happiest-er (I need to invent new superlatives in this case!) place. Its a cabana with hammocks and a drift wood forest in front, waves so strong that when they receed over the rocks it sounds just like a gigantic rain stick.
the area is so undeveloped and uneffected by light and smog pollution you can fall into the deep stary night sky on the tidal pulls. All the cells in my body sway here with the rythm of the tide and when I meditate I feel like I am rocking, but I think I am actually still.

The bus ride into this place was a four hour race at the foot of a classicly overconfident mexican bus driver. We took all the curvy turns at what felt like 80 mph, but I was so happy that I resolved early on if my death comes over the cliff of this lush and alluring coast, I will feel complete. It was impossible to capture via photos, at that speed, but we tried. as the evening descended and the bus was still cruising it became an evening at a planitarium ride where the seats spin faster than the shifting sky. It made me a little delirous, it was exhilirating and despite the seats hardly attached to the bus and the nails poking up from the arm rest where the padding had been long ago peeled off, I was in the perfect postion.

the bus dropped us off in pitch black (no street lights out here) on the side of this cobble stone path road. we walked backpacks in tow (yes i carried my own. sigh) for just about a mile. laughing at ourselves that we were jumping at sounds in the bushes, (its not like we are in the safari) and tripping over bumps and dips until we decided to keep the flashlight on.

we stumbled on paradise (ok the Lonely Planet book kinda guided us there, but underestimated the place in my opinion) and found a cabana at an excellent price considering paradise is priceless.

we stayed two nights and contemplated how long and easily we could stay here, if we were not traveling. the money would last much longer at a sleepy coastal hideaway with just a couple family lived in and run restaurants, one store and internet that cost $3.50 hr. Thats too expensive to use, so we would just stay disconnected from the world. average cosgt is about 1 dollar an hr or 150, that was overpriced!

Honestly, I am marking that place with many many stars in my notebook, but traveling on with my itchy feet. I love the constant movement, and new discoveries. I am a natural gypsy and feel so good at this pace.

This coastal paradise did come with a strange expat travler scene of grungy surfers, old hippies and budget conscious youth. Guess what category we are fitting in these days? Folks here really stay to themselves, as we notice a lot while traveling. People are escaping something it seems in most the places we go and dont want to readily recognize fellow citizens of a shared nation. once in a while someone breaks that mold but mostly we quielty pass each other occasionaly nodding or smiling. We thought it strange we had no interaction though we were in close proximity with others.
I imagine that could become a bit of a community scene if we stayed longer, but we are not looking for that. I am looking for a future hermitage and this place could provide both. In the meantime, we pack our bags and keep heading south.

Trying to send postcards. Much harder to find a post office than I thought.
loved ones, know that you all have some chicken scratched words on a crumply postcard full of love, coming to you soon!
love
dawn