We camped for two nights at a picturesque (and slightly rundown) little campground, right on the beach at Los Glorias - the end of the road fishing village with a few vacation homes along with our wonderful beachfront pool & campground. Here we met a real live "Jose' the plumber," a nice guy who took a break from fixing the pool plumbing to chat and coach us in Spanish. We left this quiet oasis for three days camping among huge RV's in Mazatlan, a time-share ladden resort community alive with the beach party scene built around an beautiful old historic seaport center. While iguanas lumber through flowering tree about our tent, retired Americans walk their dogs each morning through the RV park. "I feel like I'm in Florida," whispers Dave, at a retirement villa not doubt. It was with relief that we departed for, what Will calls: "real Mexico" again.