Hermosa is a tiny little place. There are maybe a dozen little hotels along the beach and nothing much else. A little convenience store provides the essentials (just found gogurt there!) and everything else is provided by the sun and sea.
In such a tiny place, there are a lot of personalities. One of them we've dubbed The Sheriff. He's a basset hound who seems to be everywhere we go and is known by everyone. The first night we found him at our hotel's restaurant, the next we were at another restaurant two hundred yards away and here he comes prancing in. The locals greet him with screams of adulation, the tourists can't help but pet him.
There are other dogs around, but none like this guy. I don't know if it's the big droopy ears, his instant roll to his back if you pet him, or that he just seems to have more skin than his body needs, but he's a fun fixture to have around.
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