The clock is ticking.
On Sunday I’ll be leaving Sayulita, my home for the last three months. There has been a lot to like about this little town – the beach, the cobbled streets, the laid back pace of life, the Bulldogs.
Wait, the what now?
One of the local bars, Monchis, has a particular drink that it’s infamous for. Take one enormous glass. Fill it almost to the brim with blended margarita. Insert, upside-down, a small bottle of local beer. Add a straw.
Hey presto, you’ve got a Bulldog.
With a prime position on the town square and happy hour pricing that runs for most of the night, it’s perhaps no surprise that I’ve ended up at this bar more often than I might care to admit.
Oh Bulldogs, I’ll miss you.