Food seemed to be in the air. I drove out of Santa Rosalía and to the RV Park in San Lucas Cove for the night. Shortly after I arrived, so did the fisherman. Some had been on the water since morning, others all night. There was a mad buzz in the air. One of the lanchas had landed a 90-pound grouper. At least that was the rumor, maybe just a fish tale. Either way, I had to see for myself.

It felt like a big family reunion, although I am sure it happens every day. The wives and children were at the landing point, waiting for their men. As soon as the fish started to fly off the boats, a crusty old buyer was there with his scale and assistant. In mere moments, the entire bed of a pickup truck was full of fish and they were haggling over the price of the enormous grouper. Shortly after that, nothing was left except a bit of fish blood and guts.

After the excitement had abated, another boat pulled up to the shore. Out of this boat climbed a woman and her young partner, not her business partner as I surmised. They began unloading various assorted buckets of mariscos ~ clams, oysters, squid, and I don’t know what else. I paid a pittance for a big bucket of oysters, a dozen of which they shucked for me right then and there. Sadly, they went to waste in my refrigerator, I just could not bring myself to eat them.

Loca, I know.