Broken Boards

I arrived in Manzanillo to greetings from old friends, all the fixtures that I met when I was here last year are still rooted firmly to this place. Edgar, the owner of the hotel where I stay. Guero, the mischievous Mexican with a twinkle in his eye who starts off each day with a 40oz bottle of Corona for breakfast. Esperanza, originally from Washington, who consistently charges whether the waves are big or small.

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