At the beach

Alex spent much of his morning in one hammock reading the paper, and I took the other. There is another palapa on the other side of the rooms, with more hammocks, too.















We took a walk on the beach before breakfast. Our new friend, Manchi the Dog, walked with us. We headed to the inlet, which appears to be deep and fast moving, then back around the lagoon side. The rains last summer, the same rains that washed away all the roads in the mountains, washed away much sand on the northwest end of the island. We climb over a couple of fences, and walk back along a shady street. The sun has warmed the sand to Burn temperature already!

When we get back to the hotel, Celia brings us a cup of hot water and a jar of Nescafe. We're pretty surprised, but realize there is no use asking for real coffee. She also brings us enough eggs and beans and tortillas for a basketball team!






One of the shady streets on the island.

We saw two people on our walk, and passed a little tienda, in name only. Under the palapa beside the tienda was a pool table! We met William, a local man with a USMC tattoo on his arm. He told us that he served 14 years in the marines, and only got out because his father wanted him to come home. He has three children in the US, all of whom have graduated from prestigious colleges. One son is a professor at Harvard!

We spend the rest of the morning in the pool, on the beach, or in the hammock. At some point, Alex asked us what time we wanted lunch, and told us we were having ceviche....








This was to become our daily lunch, and it was delicious! We spent our afternoons in the hammock, with a swim in the ocean late in the day. A pretty good routine, if you can get it.