I recently returned from a month in Mexico. A week of that time was spent by the beach in Puerto Escondido. An American guy I met was working at the hostel, Tower Bridge. His story was typical, but fun. He had been working at the Tower Bridge Hostel by the beach which provided him with room, board, and unlimited alcohol. He would go surfing every day in the Pacific waters of … [Read more...] about A Mexican Beach, Margareets, and Me