It was a fantastic trip, Marie. I'd only planned on staying for a week and would probably still be there today had my boss not threatened to fire and bring charges against me if I didn't hie my butt back to work.
I'm thinking you're probably right about the location mentioned. I also found a photo
of something that resembles my fuzzy memory of where I stayed. I tried to email the photographer but it bounced.
Memories... ah, there are SO many, but they mostly center on the people -- ex-pats (US and Brit) and natives were all so wonderfully warm, inviting and friendly. I'd traveled there by myself (I was 24) and from the second I got on the Tropic Air Cessna in BC, people began to look after me. There was an RAF supply sergeant named Dennis (he hailed from Trinidad & Tobago) on the same flight, on his way for some weekend R&R. We chatted amiably during the flight (which is another story in itself, of course!) and parted ways at the San Pedro airstrip. The next morning I found a HUGE box of books outside my door, along with a note from Dennis indicating I'd probably find myself with time on my hands and he hoped these would help. I was instantly charmed. Plus, they were all British best-sellers and reading the Queen's English the whole time just added to the ambiance. God knows, I needed to extend my stay just to finish those books.
One of these days I'll get back there. My husband (whom I met the very day I returned from AC) doesn't quite get its charm so I may end up there solo once again, but I WILL GET THERE!