The last day in Playa: although the town is a turist overrun extravaganza, being in the safe cacoon of the Rosa, one of the first 3 hotels ever built there, that remains mostly unchanged, finding good food waay off the beaten track, and in the sweet company of old friends, made it hard to leave.
I slipped out early on the last day to watch the sunrise, moon still out
funny seagull prints
watching maleficent on the bus ride
our new hotel's bathroom
just an entirely orange building :)
the leaning lighthouse in P. Morelos, love the purple
his stance, he had stuffed something down his shirt :)
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