There are literally thousands of Americans and Canadians who live here year round. Of course those ranks swell during the winter months when escapees from winter climates descend on the area as a temporary sanctuary for several months. Today we tried to act a bit like them. After walking the length of the new Malecon, we continued to the Romantic Zone in search of the old vegetable market. As well as fruit and vegies, we bought a half kilo of fish and a kilo of fresh chicken. Jay is whipping up lunch as I type. It is well beyond noon, so it's completely okay that I'm sipping on a Pacifico.
I vote for this lifestyle.