Bells of San Blas
22 December 2018
Tuesday, December 18
From magical Isla Isabel where resident frigates, boobies, and whales bid us farewell, we made our way to La Playa Matanchen, San Blas. We actually had a decent sail along the way, which allowed me enough time in a quiet galley to cook up a pepper sauce with pollo dinner for our late arrival upon anchoring in the bay.
Wednesday, December 19
San Blas is a charming old-style Mexican little town that takes you back in time. The cobblestone streets are full of everyday life, with street vendors selling fruits, veggies, and their seafood catch of the day, Small family-run restaurants and businesses line the streets. Old bicycles and scooters outnumber cars. A gazebo centers the plaza which is framed by an old quaint church. The original church, which inspired the poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to write "The Bells of San Blas", lies in ruins near the old fort. As we took it all in, it struck us how simply these people live, and how content and happy they appeared to be. We came upon three Huichol women who were selling intricately-made beadwork, native to there culture. What a display of color and design! David waited patiently as I chose a few items.
Back to La Playa by taxi. The taxi driver was nice enough to stop when David zero'ed in on a baked goods and pastry stand. While David was drooling over which treat to purchase, the taxi driver escorted me across the road to a tortillaria where I purchased a kilo a warm tortilla de maize, now a "staple provision"on Pinocchio.
La Playa Matanchen is a rustic village with palapas lining the beach, and family-run concessions along the dirt road. We enjoyed our cervesas at the palapa where we left our dinghy for the day and watched life unfold on La Playa. There's an energy in this little beach town that I love.