I try to do some kind of physical activity before it gets too hot to breathe, think, move, put shoes on swollen feet, etc., and so most mornings I join all the Mexican fitness buffs in La Cruz, of whom there are many, for a walk on the malecon that hugs the marina.
Not only is the sun still thankfully tucked away behind the mountains at 7:30 a.m., but what light there is always looks so perfect and fresh that I finally had to take a camera with me.
It's all just too pretty, at least while the sun's death rays stay mostly hidden. Never fear, I will have a post totally devoted to the heat and how much I hate it soon. It's my main talking point these days.