"Living in Yelapa helped me find my center in a time when I needed it. In the days that I was living there, there was not a lot of socializing going on in Yelapa other than at peoples houses, the Yacht Club was closed and once the tourists left at 3pm every day, there wasn't much to do except go home. I had a crowd of people coming and going to Casa Arriba and we pretty much stayed to ourselves up there. I can remember not going in town or leaving the house for days at a time often. I had a lady named Evangelina that took care of me and the house and often I never left the house. The view from Casa de Alacron (which is what we all called it) was so fantastic and we had a garden in the back and so many fruit trees on the property that there just wasn't much reason to go anywhere. And it was the rest and escape from the hectic world that I was craving and so, just hanging out in the hammock was right up my alley at the time.
Short story involving my dog again: My wife had met Fey Waybill (Quaalude from the Tubes) in Vallarta and she asked me to stay in Yelapa for awhile at the house and I stayed in Vallarta. Remember we were separated but friends at this time. Fey started hanging out with my dog and my ex-wife and stayed at Casa Alacron for about 3 weeks. They would also go into Vallarta and Fey would take my dog to Bings for ice cream in the afternoons. They were good buddies. I never met Fey at the time. So one evening about a year later I was in the SFO airport and I saw Fey and his guys at one of the gates. I walked up to him, and said.... "Hey, you know a dog named Puppy?" He grabbed me and hugged me and said.. "You must be Tony!". We hung out and partied in Sausalito for the next couple of days.
Yelapa was like that... I was walking on the beach one day and saw a guy waving his hands through the air in a memorable way... it was Richard Calder from the Haight and a close friend. He had been living in Vallarta for about a year at the time, I had been living in Yelapa for several months... and we had never crossed paths until that day. Ran into Patty from Vallarta the same way. She was another old friend from the Haight."
