troncones' ranch and la saladita
the burst of laughter between
the crescendos of the waves
Troncones' Ranch and La Saladita
crescendo of laughter
interspersed between the waves
troncones' ranch and la saladita
the crescendo of our laughter
and the waves
Ranch and La Saladita
the silence as she says she
would bring mom in her next trip
Ranch and La Saladita
against the sun, the silouette
of a girl downing her beer
Ranch and La Saladita
every sound a crisp
sense of being
Forty-five minutes south of the better-known Mexican haven of Ixtapa-Zihuatanejo lies the small fishing village of Troncones, still sleepy, inexpensive, and virtually undiscovered. Head to nearby beaches The Ranch and La Saladita, and sign up for surf lessons. After working up an appetite riding the waves (or trying to) , grab grub at Café Sol, where guacamole, fish tacos, and potent margaritas hit the spot. Or, for a more upscale night out, try the Inn at Manzanillo Bay for their deliciously fresh seafood.
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