And sometimes we simply do what I could do every day – but don’t.
When I chose a place to live in Mexico, I insisted that it be on the ocean. Not just water. No lakes. The ocean.
Almost all of my life, I lived within an hour or so of the beach. I didn’t go often. But the times I did are some of my favorite memories. And we all know that my dog Jiggs thought the beach was better than French bread.
For the first seven months I lived in Villa Obregon, I started and ended every day sitting and enjoying the bay and the beach -- even though I seldom went in the water.
When I moved inland four blocks, I often didn’t see the beach for weeks. And I have not been in the ocean for well over a year.
Brian and Holden love the ocean. They have spent a good deal of time in tropical climates on the beach. They snorkel. They swim. They do the things I often talk about, but seldom do.
So, we made today a beach day. First, in Melaque battling waves that can quickly introduce you to the sand (as I discovered to my cost twice) and then at the almost-Caribbean beach at Cuastecomate. (I say “almost,” because the recent wave action has made the water too murky to snorkel.)
While in Cuastecomate, I had a great meal of octopus and shrimp in a hot sauce. Either the meal or the sun or the 5 gallons of salt water I swallowed during the day had a rather bad effect on my digestive system.
But that was to come later. The house where Brian and Holden are staying has a very nice view of the beach. We decided to spend a couple of hours before dinner just sitting and enjoying the beach.
And, of course, having the types of conversations with friends we always say we wish we had time to do. Well, we did have the time, and we did.
So, I am off to bed to get some rest and restore some liquids. Thursday will be either a day in the mountains or a quick trip to Cuyutlán.
No agenda. Just good times with good friends.