.. of the swell.. a few head high sets drift through with extended waits between. I paddle out at sunrise with Martin so that I can catch a few before I start my drive south to La Paz. The seas are glassy. We have all the waves to ourselves. It is quiet with a few fish jumping around us. On the cliff face, campers move from sleep to lounge chairs, hot coffee in their hands. There is such a sweet community in this small town – both the locals and the visitors come together with what feels like open hearts. Last night, at Yadri’s Tacos, more talk talk talk of surf and more surf. Everyone happy. Everyone smiling. Life feels very very very rich.