During the Christmas/New Year holidays (a two week long affair here in Mexico) city folk all try to head out to the beaches. It's not nearly as crazy as Semana Santa, Easter's Holy Week, according to the locals, but the normally sleepy fishing village took on a carnival like atmosphere with the influx of tourists. More taco stands, more residences that became ad-hoc guesthouses, people crashed out on the beach, smellier alleys, empty lots that turned into parking lots...and lots and lots of umbrellas on the beach (and very few fishermen.)
We normally rent a small apartment while we're here, but this time, there was nothing available or it was priced way beyond the local economy (and therefore, ours) so we've been living out of a friend's RV. If you could ignore the dust and cat-and-dog hairs and a few fleas and maybe ticks, it's not too shabby.
Now that the town is starting to get back to normal, we are slowly getting into our normal Mexico mode. And next week, when we move into an apartment, we'll finally unpack and start getting seriously...LAZY.