The Sun & the Scorpion

I ran full speed to the pier, late for the boat to Yelapa. It was earlier than I’m usually up and the sea was a pale, pale, peaceful blue. So soft. The fast ride down the coast was invigorating, watching the jungle-clad mountains go by one after the other, pelicans gliding alongside us. 

When we got out at Yelapa, we were stunned by its beauty. We turned around and around, looking up at the trees where the iguanas were chewing leaves, and out over the gorgeous bay where the water was greener than Vallarta—emerald green—with passionate waves crashing into an immense amount of foam that raced up the steep embankment of sand and drowned the legs of the tables and chairs. Can you believe it, we kept asking.