Our kitchen in Sayulita.
Sleep was not the high light of my time in Sayulita. Parties go on till the wee hours of the morning......thanks Al for gettting out of bed at 3:30am to track down the source of the blasting music and loud yelling.
Doing some drawing with Veda.
We are now in Los Ayala and I don't hear any bar noise, drumming, hooting or hollering, just the ocean surf. Sweet dreams tonight.
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