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| A sweet, squinty picture of Ben and me walking to the beach |
When Ben and I learned that the Mexican beach is only a 3.5 hour drive from Phoenix, we were immediately intrigued by the adventurous sound of driving across the border to Mexico for a weekend. What was funny is that when we told our Arizonian friends, they frequently warned us about how hot it was going to be there. They thought we might want to reconsider going in this extremely hot off season.
Just to be clear, it is between 110-115 degrees almost everyday in Phoenix...so...Mexico is hot?...huh? So funny. It barely got to 90 in Mexico. It was a welcome relief. Luckily the water was warm, or else it might have been too cold to get in the water (not a joke - we've adapted fairly quickly to the Arizona heat and don’t usually swim here when it’s below 100. Because that is just way too cold).
We stayed in a cute, quaint B&B a block away from the boardwalk and beach and felt completely safe the whole time (both on the drive and when we were there).
We had a lazy, uneventful beach day other than the moment when the two foot wave knocked me down and made me feel and look like a little kid. Nothing like coming up with a nose and mouth full of saltwater and hair full of sand to a stranger yelling ‘That baby wave really pounded you. Wow, it totally just got you!’ So cool. Ok, ok, maybe he didn't call it a baby wave, but that was implied by the fact that all the kids under 10 had managed to remain standing and in control of their limbs. They were all staring at me as I dragged Ben back to our towels spitting out sand as I went.
Otherwise, we ate fish, mangos cut like a flower served on a stick, and virgin pina coladas in pineapples (and an entire bag of Cheezits on the drive, but that’s not quite as exotic).
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| The view from our dinner spot |
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