“Well maybe…we should go get a shrimp cocktail,” Lorena said slyly. This phrase would become a constant refrain on our trip through Nayarit and Jalisco. Going to town? Maybe we should get a shrimp cocktail…Going on ice mission? Maybe we should get a shrimp cocktail…Sunburnt? Maybe…You guessed it. While I did not actually tally the number of shrimp Lorena consumed on the trip, I’m guessing it’s in the thousands.
My five week trip proffered many pleasures: delicious pulpo (octopus) tacos at Barracuda Seafood in San Pancho, the musical stylings of Banda Supermercado, partying on the vast tiled piazza of the magical Taj Miguel, delicious margaritas courtesy of Chelsea, sunrise walks in San Pancho, reuniting with old friends, meeting new friends, hammock lounging, sunrise birdwatching at Palapa Telapia, that-day-caught chula sashimi, guerilla camping at Tenacatita, grilled hauchinango at Restaurant La Mosca…But watching Lorena relax in Mexico for the first time in years was high on my list of favorites.
Lorena had been tied down in the cold norte for years taking care of ailing relatives, and I had the pleasure of watching her return to the warm waters of Tenacatita to take her first ocean swim in many years. I was also the beneficiary of the shrimp obsession; I think she could better rationalize the habit if she was willing to share. But despite this tangible benefit, chiefly it was just delightful to see Lorena return to her natural state: that of some sort of tropical shrimp-gobbling aquatic sloth. Provecho!