Puerto Angel

We spent 4-days in Puerto Angel at a great hotel, Buena Vista.  It is a small town on a small bay.  It's hot, beautiful and completely shuts down after 10pm.  We spent our days at the nearby Playa Panteon, a small beach with a restaurant, chairs and umbrellas on the beach.  The first day the water was like a pool, perfect for much needed cooling off periods from the heat.  The second day the bay was raging with waves that would consume the entire restaurant.  It was like a totally different place.  Puerto Angel was very relaxing and we decided to head to Zipolite after for a few days as there is a lot more to do there.

I have found something that surpasses my previously mentioned new favorite Mexican dish, Tlayudas, enchiladas verde in this little comedor in Zipolite.  These are not your traditional enchiladas, they are served open-faced with the cheese and verde sauce cooked into the tortilla and the 'prime' beef, for $0.70 extra, on the side.  Amazing.  I've eaten them the last two nights. 

Eating in Mexico is a whole experience unto itself.  For starters, it is not unusual to sit in a restaurant for 30 to 60 minutes without being approached by anyone other than the ladies selling over-sized white tops with multi-colored knitted bands.  This lack of service is certainly not due to an abundance of customers, as often, there is no one else there.  Once you flag down a waiter, get a menu and get your food, you can forget about seeing the waiter again, unless you happen to be sitting next to another table performing the same routine and can piggy back onto this.  It is necessary to ask for all desired condiments and napkins up front.  To get what is on the menu or what the waiter says is on the plate is a unique pleasure.  For example, the other day I asked what was included with my chicken breast.  The waiter said vegetables, to which I replied, Fantastic!  Instead of vegetables, I got pasta salad, french fries and rice.  In this situation any question as to what happened is responded to with either we did not have it or this is what is comes with, regardless of what is written or has been said.

We have just moved to Zipolite, a small beach town about 1 mile north of Puerto Angel.  We are moving slowly through this part of Mexico.  We've got a great beachfront hotel with an amazing view of the ocean.  And every once in a while, one of 2 naked men who walk back and forth along the beach, will strut by our balcony.  The room also has a great daytime breeze, which is key given that Mexico is about as hot as I imagine hell to be.  It's impossible to walk down the street without enjoying the sweat of an hour-long workout.