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July 29, 2016
The Posada San Martin Hotel in Vicente Guerrero
In the morning, I come out and the ocean air is cool. Hibiscus flowers and palm trees and gently blowing breeze.
I walk outside wearing just a bathing suit and a man looks at me.
"Amigo, we have cookies and coffee here for you," and I think about that.
Like, this is the place we're supposed to be afraid of. This is what the new media has us convinced is so dangerous. It would be hilarious if it weren't so sad.
We sit down and start eating cookies and sipping coffee. And I tell him where I'm going. He's also been to Muleje, Loretto, Las Barillas, La Paz, Todos Santos, Cabo, Bahia Los Angeles. It's so rare to run into people that have been to these places, even down here.
Finally, it dawns on me that he owns the hotel. Duh.
But still, the coolest little hotel on the planet.
I ask him about the mariscos in San Quintin. Yes, the place closed down a few years ago. He used to sell seafood on the side of the road, but he sold the place to a gringo. And then the gringo tried to redevelop it, but got into financial trouble or legal issues and now there's just nothing there but a fading mariscos sign. Sigh. And so it goes.
Posted by Rob Kiser on July 29, 2016 at 10:32 AM
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