El Manguito Restaurant in Yelapa

El Manguito Restaurant in Yelapa served the best food for the entire trip and of course was the best priced as well. The owner offered me a taste of his moonshine Mescal, powerful and smokey, yet still drinkable at 85 degrees.

Yoga Vallarta studio provided live music for the classes in the morning, I did my best yoga ever and learned Vinyasa flow.

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