We biked thorough Santa Theresa which was a chaotic mess of 4-wheelers, dirt bikes, dump trucks, horses and surfers. We were sweaty, thirsty and dusty so we picked up tequila, chips and salsa for a beach picnic, but by the time we got to the beach, the salsa had spillled all over Rory's bag. It smelled awful and looked even worse.
When we returned to our room, we found candles and a lovely note from the staff. Our last evening was bittersweet because tomorrow we return to the life of backpackers.Read more