Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco

From our temporary home above old town, we walk steep cobblestone streets to the local bus stop. At 8am the bus is packed, mostly workers, standing room only. Up along the cliffs it's a rough ride. The end of the line is Boca de Tomatlan, a tiny village. Pelicans above the beach soar while a fisherman lets out his nets. A delicious lunch of mahi mahi on the beach while men & boys load fruit onto boats for points south. Water taxis come and go.