Sunsets are pretty sacred for Chuck and me. We drop everything we are doing, grab a cold Pacifico, and go onto the upstairs terrace and enjoy a cool ocean breeze and the show. And the show is usually quite spectacular. Sometimes the sky is a riot of blues, greens, purples, oranges, yellows, reds and pinks, with the sun a fiery magenta disk in the middle. Other times, the sky is tranquil, and the yellow sun simply drops behind the sea.

We spend the time chatting about our day. At some point, one of us usually asks, "Can you believe we live here?" Of course, we are also watching for the green flash. I swear I've seen it.

If I remember, I try to snap a few pictures. I've collected the pictures in a gallery, if you want to see them. For thse of you who ask me, "Why do you keep taking pictures of those palm trees and islands?", the answer is this: because that is the view from our upstairs terrace. And those islands pretty much dominate view of the horizon from anyhere in Mazatlan.