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Nov 25, 2010 09:24

It is so very lovely here. The house has a massive shaded porch, which looks out into the backyard, and about 100 yards distant is the ocean. The yard contains a couple agaves, some other small and presumably native cacti, and a variety of scrubby brush.

Tranquilo is an understatement. There are a scattering of other houses about, and each morning brings a handful of people wandering down the path to the beach. The local beach is steeply sloped and not so safe for swimming. If you don't go first thing in the morning, you're unlikely to encounter another person.

I love the slow pace of life here. There are no touristy adventures to be had. The town has a tiny handful of art galleries and souvenier shops, and a little ways south is the surfing and swimming beach. The days are slow, hours spent sunning and reading, with maybe one excursion to town and the beach in the late afternoon.

Once you settle in and unwind, it becomes increasingly difficult to comprehend the other life, the one which overflows with demands and activity, where the sun and the darkness are ignored each day in the name of work and chores and progress. I don't want to go home.
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