On June 1 we rented a mini-van at the domestic airport and drove West along the Pacific coast to a beach-resort area, Playa Santa Clara. Mostly, there are 'All-Inclusive' resorts along here, but I'd found a small 'hotel' with only 11 rooms, 'Las Sirenas' (The Sirens). This turned out to be a wonderful choice, especially room 11, which is right on the beach and has a patio open out to the sand and exposed to the prevailing winds. As you can see, Bron and I had a hard time adapting to this low-key environment of peaceful relaxation. We had a funny experience as we left the City; I took a wrong turn off the highway, and wound up going back towards the City. We had to go all the way back, about 5 miles, to the hotel to turn around as there were no easy off-and-on exits; we all needed to use the toilet anyway.