There we were, walking home from another exciting dinner in one of Manzanillo’s many fine dining establishments (uhhh, maybe three), when three rambunctious young Manzanillanos went bicycling by. One shouted out to us, “¡Buenos Noches! Good Morning!” We were heartily amused by this, or, at least, I was amused, and then explained to Joyce, who speaks no Spanish, why this was amusing.

 This has been the general tone of life on the beach. Everyone´s friendly and wants to get to know you better, including the mosquitoes. Manzanillo is a town of 150, to estimate it generously.