Pacific.

Amapala, The Pacific Beauty.

A searing, dry heat pierced through one’s skin, as my capitalino friends and I touched dark, volcanic sands after having stumbled upon a most cozy, little beachside restaurant rested between an inlet and some forested hills. We desired a traditional maritime lunch, perhaps some fried fish, shrimps and such. Local beers, did not go amissContinue reading “Amapala, The Pacific Beauty.”


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