We went ashore and poked around the main beach, the town and over the walkway built over the cliffs connecting the main beach to Playa Panteon. We found a hotel with free wifi so relaxed and had a guacamole and beer afternoon snack. Later we returned to the Port Captain’s office to pick up our paperwork, it was all ready for us. We caught her eating dinner and her desk with just a t-shirt on, this time she apologized for her attire. We all laughed.
Later we had freshly made chicken tacos from a cart. We sat at a table next to two other gentlemen , one older with blue eyes and blonde/gray hair. Tom said “You guys aren’t getting into any trouble now are you?” – thinking they spoke English. They returned blank stares and started speaking to each other in Spanish. I asked Tom if he thought they were Americans, which he did.
I told him that the guy was probably of Danish decent: the cruising guide mentioned that there was a Danish shipwreck of a privateer years ago and the survivors mixed with the local population. We saw other locals that looked very European. What a great little seaside community, we enjoyed it thoroughly.