There's a woman riding by on the beach in Punta Sayulita. She's on a big brown horse, next to the water's edge, and a little farther down to the south peels a little right point break. Some are surfing on long boards while others are stand-up paddle surfing — yes, the latest surf craze is alive and well here.
This little surf town reminds me of the Laguna Beach I knew as a kid. Everyone here is "livin' the beach." That's my new favorite phrase. I saw it written on an old dusty truck the other day in town, and it kind of spoke to me. Something about the spirit of the beach has always spoken to me louder than anything else in my life.
I knew at a young age that my life would never take a normal path. I was never influenced by what at the time society deemed to be "normal." I think I always moved to a different tune.