My mom has always taught me the value of sharing and giving to others. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, I abide. Today, I am sure to disappoint her....
We have arrived to heaven on Earth...Qui [I ain't gonna tell ya].
Loading our boards into the water taxi
Let me just throw it out there, from the get-go. I found an incredible surf spot. No crowds. Great wave. In fact, it is an amazing spot in general; surf or no surf. This place is Mexico at its finest.
And, I am not going to tell you where. It is not my style; to just give it up. You gotta work for it a bit. Do your own research; I will leave you plenty of clues. Your guesses or comments won't be confirmed; possibly deleted [clearly showing off the power of the blog administrator]. Not that I don't want you to discover this area. Wait, that is a blatant lie. I rather you not.
 End of the road... |  Plenty of taxis all day long |
Sam has been begging me to surf this spot for the past year and a half. I've had no interest in going. Funny, now I can't stop thinking about this wonderland.
I know, I know; not saying the name of the beach is ridiculous. We had a co-worker, last year, who had his 'secret surf spot'. He refused to tell us about it, taunting us each Monday morning when we arrived back to work. Needless to say he felt like a total douche when he discovered we already knew about his secret spot and surfed it regularly.
The main part of town and pier
 Quick jaunt through town |  Jungle path back to the beach |
Rob and Wes took a dingy in from their anchored boats in Punta de Mita. They arrived to our place, early morning. We loaded the boards; headed south. Sam had just bought a new [to him] short board. Let me pause and earn a few hell points for chuckling at the custom made graphics on his board. They read ' Dios es fiel. Jesus salva' [God is faithful. Jesus saves]. Not that God is funny or deserves to be mocked, but Sam carrying this board around certainly is and does.
This is the main street in town
Showing off Sam's new short board
Cold river crossing...which one of us is holding our skirts up?
We spent several hours surfing in the morning with three or four locals. I couldn't help but notice that many of the waves I rode, were rewarded with a gentle hoot or holler from the local boys. Hadn't they seen a woman surf before? Or perhaps my bikini top had shifted, exposing some girly parts? Whichever, I was ok with it.
After a quick lunch and beer, we were back in the water for several more hours. I took a look at a few places for rent on the beach. A two bedroom house in front of the surf break; 500 pesos. Camping on the beach; 50 pesos. Yes, please! I expect we shall return many times to this utopia; we have already considered taking up residency on 'that there' beach, this summer.
Lush green hills meet the sea
A few houses scattered back in town...but, this is it!
The main beach...almost there!
The only way to reach 'The Q Spot' is by boat. Locals bring their jugs of water, gas tanks, buckets of lard and food from farther north; by water taxi. The town is home to about 370 people; nestled in the hills, which drastically collide into the ocean. Restaurants and 'tiendas' can be found inside of houses and take a little bit of effort to find some of them.
Camping on the beach, in front of the surf break is only $50 pesos.
We ended the day, just as each and every day should end; tired, smiling and with friends
Full day of surf with no crowds
Waiting for the water taxi to pick us up
