La Saladita Keeps Finding Me

La Saladita is more than just a surf spot—it’s a place that keeps showing up. After running into an old friend in Guadalajara, the author finds out he’s also heading there, reinforcing its almost magnetic pull. Beyond its legendary wave, La Saladita remains a tight-knit, authentic community with simple cabanas and star-filled nights instead of flashy nightlife. It’s a timeless corner of the Mexican Pacific where things stay true to themselves, untouched by the rush to change.

I swear, this place is following me. It’s in every conversation, every plan. This weekend, I ran into Héctor at a café in Guadalajara—a good friend I hadn’t seen in years. He flew in from Germany with his Canadian girlfriend, and guess what? They’re heading to La Saladita next week to surf.

What is it about this beach? Yes, the wave is legendary, but there’s something deeper that just locks you in. La Saladita isn’t just a surf spot—it’s a vibe, a tight-knit crew that never lost its soul. Locals still know each other by name, the cabanas have that effortless, no-frills charm, and the nights? They’re all about stars, not overpriced bottle service. It’s like this little stretch of the Mexican Pacific pressed pause on time—where things are exactly what they seem, and no one’s in a rush to change that.