by Barbara Barton Sloane
Emerging from a cool plunge in the deep blue sea of Banderas Bay, I settle back in our little motorboat which gently rocks side to side as it glides towards densely forested cliffs and an intensely azure grotto. The sun is high overhead, its warmth lulling me into a dream-like state of sheer bliss. Bobbing in the bay, I revel in the fact that I’m incommunicado, far away from shore, unavailable, unreachable and suspended in time.
Banderas Bay, on the west coast of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, is considered one of the most beautiful bays in the world, framed by the majestic Sierra Madre mountain range and 40 miles of pristine coastline. This city, while being home to a popular tourist destination (thank you, Liz and Dick), a plethora of cultural festivals and a thriving art scene, accomplishes the seeming impossible—it retains the character and traditions of the small fishing village it once was.
Read more in the October 2013 issue of S.A. Scene.