magine yourself standing on sparkling clean wet Mexican sand, warm translucent water lapping at your feet from a placid turquoise sea behind. To your left, giant granite boulders guard a tiny fresh water lagoon, the endpoint of a tropical mountain stream.

To your right and barely visible nearly a kilometer to the south, the bright afternoon light reflects back multi-colored images of an idle fishing fleet, boats pulled neatly up the beach, the village, it's palm-thatched palapas lining the rocky seawall edge, then tiendas and restaurantes de mariscos, and finally casitas and homes rising up into the shadowy hills behind.