Punta de Mita and the Boooongalow



How can you not want to eat Mango off a stick?  More of the  colorful, elegant  way to present food. 

The Bungalow we rented way back when - after we had been in an elegant house  in Bucerias for a week.  We had another reservation above the town in a place that was huge with a view, but dirty - so Linda suggested we leave and find a bungalow on the beach.  We drove right to this place and parked under the tree.  It was a horror.  Concrete everything, roosters crowing all night, drunks in the street.  We loved it. Robert had to repair the hot water heater so we could have a shower.  There was a beach bar in front and huge ocean waves that we kayaked, screaming out heads off.  This day it was calm, a new breakwater with no waves and no place to swim except the new pool where the the beach bar used to be.  Elegance had also arrived in the form of the new restuarant along side.  The chef kept sending out little amusee bouches ( a snobby way of saying pupus) for free - and at the end of a lovely meal, kahlua poured over ice cream. The problem with this uber exotic place was the fact that we were alongside the beach, yes under some swaying palms - too wonderful for words, and all the  vendors came along to see what we were having for lunch and to try to sell us stuff.  We bought some stuff - that is part of the experience.

The hotel had expanded, now with an upstairs and rooms sort of nice - Motel 6 is isn't, but the whole ambience, from the hammocks hung in the courtyard to the lovely pool to the same old dirty stream next door was, of course, very Mexican.  And delightful.  We tried to remember where we had eaten when we were here before - but this place was a find.

Punta de Mita has gone touristy - when we were here it was sort of spooky to walk the streets at night, and now it is a full fledged surfer's paradise as well as being  surrounded by condos.  But what fun to find the boongalow - good memories.