San Pancho’s streets are cobblestoned; the main drag off MX 200 is called Avenida del Tercer Mundo. Some of the side streets are called Pakistan, Camboya, Egipto, Kenia, Haiti, Africa, Cuba, plus all of the central American countries. (What’s Birmania, I wonder? Sounds kind of like Burma, maybe.) Any street to the right, we were told by Susan the owner, would lead to the jungle road…and what a road. Dirt, very deeply rutted, with holes we could have disappeared into. The road goes up, down, and around all in the space of a few meters, it seemed like. Of course, the dogs weren’t happy with this. Here comes Daisy again, bracing her front paws against the dash, hind legs digging into my legs. Howdy’s back drooping his head between us again. Their body language was so very clear: Please, aren’t we there yet??? Following Susan’s directions (which reminded me very much of the driving directions we got from Martha Fay to get to her Tuscany farmhouse at the top of a mountain in 2002), we twisted and climbed up and down, finally arriving at the villa. It’s approximately 3 miles from the village, but we could probably walk it at least as fast as driving it.
So we were met by Juan Garcia (sort of the equivalent of John Smith), the caretaker, and his assistant. There are three separate villas: Peacock, Iguana, and Butterfly. All are basically one large bedroom with two double beds and a full bath with tiled shower. They have thatched palapa roofs with walls only ¾ of the way up. So they’re wide open to breezes. Peacock is at the top where the driveway ends. It’s built above a laundry and storage area and is the biggest with a sitting area, a table and chairs and its own fridge. Iguana is about 30 twisting steps down from that with a little sitting patio and gorgeous view of the ocean. More steps down and you’re in the palapa with the huge kitchen, dining areas, living room (all open air), deck and patio, and infinity pool, perched on the side of a cliff maybe 150 ft above the ocean with rocks and booming waves below.
. A few steps down from the common area is Butterfly with a set-up similar to the others—somewhat less private I think, as the steps down to the cove go right by that villa. Only Peacock has a door and the means to lock anything up. The other two have no doors or windows, only curtains for privacy—which would block the breezes. There are doors to the bathrooms, of course, but that’s pretty much it. It's amazing to us, having lived in Mexico for awhile now, how remarkably unsecured everything is.
San Pancho’s streets are cobblestoned; the main drag off MX 200 is called Avenida del Tercer Mundo. Some of the side streets are called Pakistan, Camboya, Egipto, Kenia, Haiti, Africa, Cuba, plus all of the central American countries. (What’s Birmania, I wonder? Sounds kind of like Burma, maybe.) Any street to the right, we were told by Susan the owner, would lead to the jungle road…and what a road. Dirt, very deeply rutted, with holes we could have disappeared into. The road goes up, down, and around all in the space of a few meters, it seemed like. Of course, the dogs weren’t happy with this. Here comes Daisy again, bracing her front paws against the dash, hind legs digging into my legs. Howdy’s back drooping his head between us again. Their body language was so very clear: Please, aren’t we there yet??? Following Susan’s directions (which reminded me very much of the driving directions we got from Martha Fay to get to her Tuscany farmhouse at the top of a mountain in 2002), we twisted and climbed up and down, finally arriving at the villa. It’s approximately 3 miles from the village, but we could probably walk it at least as fast as driving it.
So we were met by Juan Garcia (sort of the equivalent of John Smith), the caretaker, and his assistant. There are three separate villas: Peacock, Iguana, and Butterfly. All are basically one large bedroom with two double beds and a full bath with tiled shower. They have thatched palapa roofs with walls only ¾ of the way up. So they’re wide open to breezes. Peacock is at the top where the driveway ends. It’s built above a laundry and storage area and is the biggest with a sitting area, a table and chairs and its own fridge. Iguana is about 30 twisting steps down from that with a little sitting patio and gorgeous view of the ocean. More steps down and you’re in the palapa with the huge kitchen, dining areas, living room (all open air), deck and patio, and infinity pool, perched on the side of a cliff maybe 150 ft above the ocean with rocks and booming waves below. 
. A few steps down from the common area is Butterfly with a set-up similar to the others—somewhat less private I think, as the steps down to the cove go right by that villa. Only Peacock has a door and the means to lock anything up. The other two have no doors or windows, only curtains for privacy—which would block the breezes. There are doors to the bathrooms, of course, but that’s pretty much it. It's amazing to us, having lived in Mexico for awhile now, how remarkably unsecured everything is.
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If you could combine the open-air design with NO scary wildlife, that would be perfect. At least you didn't have to deal with bugs. I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep for fear of jungle cats!
It looks beautiful, though, even taking into consideration the scary wildlife (though I admit I would be nervous about that too...particularly large insects of the many-legged variety.)
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