About four hours away from Gaudalajara, heading towards Puerto Vallarta, there is a beach called Sayulita. For my Oregonian friends, the town is smaller than Seaside, and slighter bigger than Cannon Beach, but it has a very hippy feel to it. In fact, right above where we stayed, we smelled weed every once in a while. We went with some good friends that we have made here and had such a good time. The house had some corky things about it, like an open kitchen/living room area where you almost felt like you were camping, but for the price and the fact that we had a pool, we wouldn't have done it any other way. We spent our days there eating, playing in the pool, playing at the beach, eating some more, pool time again, followed by bath time and then bed. We literally were in the water all day for the entire week. Kids were in heaven and I loved it. The water was warm, the waves were friendly, and the sand glittered in gold ...I don't know if it gets any better. Matthew was able to get the kids on a boogie board and learn how to do it. They would go far into the ocean and jump waves, and Eva's swimming really took off here. She's a good little swimmer, pretty much self taught with some pointers every now and then from her dad.
Everything was going perfect and then slowly, we all starting dropping like flies, getting sick. By Friday Matthew and I were both sick. I laid in bed all day long and just slept while Matthew was awesome enough to push through and take care of the kids. It was crazy. Eva was the only one who was spared out of both of our families. That was pretty amazing if you ask me. Even though our trip didn't end exactly the way I wanted it to, we made some great memories. We are all hoping that we will be able to go back in the near future. We left deciding that we needed to own a beach house at Sayulita one day. And hopefully one day we will.
