First Morning

Just woke up in Puerto for the first time.  It's a beautiful quiet morning and we are sitting on the patio out front of our little bungalow, where we will be staying until Andy leaves Sunday.  It's owned by a German guy named Manfred, who is super accommodating and sweet.  Today feels calm and lovely, but yesterday was a bit different...

Travels were good, and we arrived in Huatulco around 2:30, with still an hour and a half drive to Puerto, having not eaten.  The first thing I noticed was the extreme humidity; I don't know why but I wasn't expecting that.  Such a foil to Denver's uber dry climate.  So...hot, hungry, lost, and tired is how we came into Puerto.  Andy's face when we arrived at our little hotel in the middle of nowhere was priceless, like, "what have you gotten me into here?"  But we soon got some delicious, authentic, fresh Mexican food in our bellies and came back to get in bed under the fan, and we both slept amazing.  I think the first night in any new city can always be a little awkward, but today, watching the hummingbirds in the garden in the relative cool of the morning, feels renewed.  Except I hope I don't get malaria.  

We are going to have the included homemade breakfast here at our hotel and then I think will venture to the beach and to explore the town.  Haven't met my new Spanish family yet, but hope to do that today or tomorrow...more then, with love...Stefanie