In the fishing towns of Guerrero’s Pacific Coast the people are sculpted from the sea: living off of the catch, sheltering in palm shade during days center & fishing in the twilights of either end. The talk is of tides and swells and jellyfish and whales. Some fish by boat and some from shore, others dive for lobster, oysters and other sea treats. Most of the fisherman I watched fished from shore with nets. They line the shore watching the waves come in. From time to time a wave swells up near the shore and a school of fish dart through it, this is when the nets are cast.
Beachside restaurants, call enramadas, can be found in the smallest of fishing villages. The fare revolves around the sea: Sopa de mariscos; a rich brothy soup made of lobster, octopus, fish, crabs, and shrimp; served with limes, tortillas, and salsa is particularly enjoyable for a landlubber. Other worthy pursuits include whole fish either fried or grilled, ceviche, seafood cocktails, and fish filets drowned in salsa de diablo, rolled in coconut, or drizzled with garlic sauce. The sand-floored and thatched-roofed charmers are furnished with plastic Corona chairs, hammocks, cute dogs, and appropriately slow service.