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> On Wed, 20 Jul 2005 20:16:08 GMT, "Wayne Lundberg"
> > wrote:
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> >You are sitting under a thatched palm with your most significant other.
> >Let's pretend that I'm a he and she's a she. There is a lagoon about a
>
> You climb off the half-day boat and toss your catch to any of the
> young men about the camp and while you shower away the salt and sun of
> the day, the fish is immaculately filleted out. A large kettle is set
> to boil over burning wood. You can hear the sharp snick-snick of the
> washed veggies being chopped between the warm rivulets of fresh water
> running over your ears.
>
> You leave your shower smelling the hot wood scenting the air
> portending great things to come, dress cooly and walk acrosss from the
> fires where you pick up that afternoons catch of shell fish, clams and
> oysters, all laid out on ice.
>
> Back at camp, these are turned over to the cooks who hand you a fresh
> bottle of Negra Modelo and make you a pot of Siete Mares while you
> talk about the ones that got away and the ones you are going to catch
> tomorrow.
>
> Light breezes spring up, the fires sparkes and flames and with the
> second bottle of beer, a big bowl of fragerant soup is presented
> complimented by the smell of freshly made tortillas and fresh limes on
> the side.
>
> Now, back in "85, I think it was at Puerto Penasco, I hooked into this
> really gigan. . . .
>
>
> jim

Hey team! We may have started something here! I could feel the sand under my
feet as I read your 'momento' from the beach. That's exactly how I would
define paradise for a day.

My wife and I will be trying to do this very thing at Zihuatanejo late
October. But will be buying fresh fish since there will be no time to fish
ourselves. The stern on the Carnival Spirit is way too high and the ship
moves way too fast.

Wayne

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