Tarcoles

The fishing boats in front of Tarcoles. Tarcoles sprung up only about 60 years ago from my understanding, and quickly grew into a small fishing community. The entire town is more or less supported by the fishing co-op that was organized within the past few decades. The people are passionate about fishing and I can understand why. The life they life is beautifully simple and surrounded by God's amazing creation. 

This is where many women and children of the town work to help untangle the fishing equipment for the fishermen. A number of teenagers and women are fishermen/women/teens, as well.

This guy was our guide around the co-op tour. He showed us where the fish are cleaned and stored, how they pump gas for the motors, where they store the motors, where the nets are made and repaired, and where the administration takes place.

This is all the fish we caught when we went out on a boat. Chiste! (Joke) I wish. We did go out on a fishing boat though and I didn't bring my camera to document it because I didn't want it to get destroyed. It was amazing though. We went out, cast out the net (which was probably about 60m long), went line fishing for awhile, then hung out at a private little beach for an hour or so. I didn't catch anything line fishing, but Aventura caught a poisonous spikey puffer fish, a professor caught a catfish, and out boat guide caught a blowfish. At the beach there were thousands and thousands of little fiddler crabs that I chased around, it was hilarious! 

Just some goats that were wandering around near the beach. Yup.

This is a stream/river that drains into the ocean. Just a few hours earlier it was ankle deep. Now that it was high-tide, the ocean was feeding into the river! Garrison is crossing it holding his iPhone, glasses, and sandals while getting moral support from the rest of our group. What a guy!

Three words: double freaking rainbow