This morning we arrived in Huatalco, Mexico. How a quaint little village (from what I can see, about 1/100 the size of Cabo San Lucas) can afford a cruise dock, I don't know. The village is typically Mexican, but the bay that it's in is spectacular. Apparently, this is just one of eleven bays in the area along the Mexican Pacific coast. I spent the morning sitting in the village square, just people watching. For some reason, all the guys hawking trips and restaurants and boat rides and tours leave me alone. When I'm with mom and dad they'll approach, but by myself I'm left on my own. Maybe I look like a narc?
