La Boca de Cielo

Following Don Manuel's directions, we walked down a winding dirt road, past a ranch and some tennis courts and finally arrived at our own little piece of "Y Tu Mama Tambien," the boca de cielo -- a perfectly deserted beach with sparkling blue warm water and its own bar, staffed by a Japanese-looking Mexican dude with tatoos and a lip ring and the look of one familiar with the pleasures of hashish: our friend, June. June brought us some margheritas while we tested the hammock and contemplated the ways in which the business might stay afloat with so few customers. Hmm. . .