A little village called San Francisco (San Pancho to the locals) about 50 miles north of Puerta Vallarta was the destination.

We arrived by taxi mid-day a little wary from the drive up the small coastal highway and through the village with chickens, donkeys and lots of small children running around. The beach was three miles long and empty except for a few local fishermen.

We were welcomed to our honeymoon suite with a bottle of chilled white wine and a basket of fresh fruits, candy and the occasional gecko. All in all the resort was perfect.

This fish literally jumped out of the ocean into Megan's arms. While I kept a safe distance, Megan held it up proudly for the camera. We donated our catch to the local chef who was very grateful.

The resort organized the unavoidable Mexican fiesta night. We feared the worst but were pleasantly surprised to see that it was a highly anticipated event for the handful of guests and local residents as well.

While the mariachi band played, I took part in the ancient Mexican ritual of tequila slammers. Bemused locals watched as I donned the traditional garb and boldly announced to keep them shots coming as they weren't dealing with the usual gringo lightweight.

After about 5 shots I had to call it quits. I had not factored in that after each shot a very attractive woman vigorously shakes your head while letting out a high pierced yell of encouragement.

I must add that I did out drink most of the other guests. Megan will point out that they were twice my age but I think I managed to stumble away with my pride intact.

The highly anticipated afternoon cervezas on the beach.

Costa Azul was wonderful. Mountain biking, canoeing, sailing, hiking, and great food to boot. We will definitely go back!