by Celia Imagine a place with long golden beaches, tall green jungles, turquoise waters, mountains reaching towards bright blue sky, colorful birds flitting between trees and monkeys swinging through the leaves. A perfect and magical place. Along the shore are... Continue Reading →
I know a place where no planes go HEY! Us kids know The Arcade Fire’s plea ballad may have been written for Playa Coyote (except that cars and ships do go), nestled in Bahia Concepcion. The moon’s full belly tears... Continue Reading →
Bueno Ramro 