A love story ...
This is a true story many years in the making. It all began in 1994 with my first visit to Zihuatanejo, Mexico. The moment I set foot on the walkway along the municipal beach I felt the magic and I knew that something special was waiting for me. I spent three days walking the beach and getting to know the central area of town. I met some very nice people and the food was fantastic but I left feeling like I had missed something. I returned two years later and for 5 days I walked the beaches and learned more about the town but again I left feeling the same, almost empty, but still hopeful. I had to wait until 2005 for my next visit and still felt the magic all around me. This visit was for more than a week and I continued to walk the beaches with my mind and my heart open to possibilities but once again, I left with a feeling that I had missed something very real, very important and very beautiful. I have walked many tropical beaches in theses last 15 years; Malaysia, the Caribbean,...