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The delight of doing nothing on Deer Island

The delight of doing nothing on Deer Island

We saw no doe on Deer Island, but then, we didn’t see much of anything. On the final half of our final day, we wanted nothing more than to bask in the sun before the rollicking ocean, and that we did. We jumped a boat to DI on the recommendation of several locals, where the beach is tiny, the land uncultivated, and the water deliciously warm. Fernando – who works on the island and has an upscale restaurant level of attentiveness – provided us an umbrella, two lounge chairs, and an endless stream of coco locos (the loco part no doubt in reference to the deceptive amount of tequila involved). After a week of wall-to-wall activity, we found ourselves surrounded by water with little to do, so we took the hint. We drank and kissed, swam and relaxed, and took in the Mazatlán shoreline one last time, a view changed by the people and memories we’d take with us.