Bienvenido, loyal reader. Please join Bruce and Mary as they make a joyous return to their favorite beach spot. And for those of you who enjoy embedded videos please go to Bruce and Mary’s original blogsite. For some reason they will not embed here. Provecho!
Here I am reprising my role as Mule, at the door of our third level flat in Old Town. We are headed to the beach for the first time in over 2 months. With Mary’s arm in a cast then a sling, it would have been no vale la pena, not worth the pain, for as much as we love going to the beach, the way we do it requires a little bit of work, as you will see.
We’re taking the direct route, up and over this hill, also called Calle Francisca Rodriguez, our street. Going to the beach is a lot easier since we had our sastre, tailor, Gilberto make this heavy duty beach tote for us. We used to have to haul our beach umbrella, two chairs, and table, all in separate bags, and frankly that was a pain.
It’s busy on the beach but we have no problem staking out our favorite spot, just south of the pier. Mary has set up our portable table which we will use as a staging site for our set-up. You see, we have this rule, nothing touches the sand.
As is my custom, as soon as we are set up I take a dip and now…
It’s Mary’s turn to cool her heels.
Mary is rejoining me and next is our favorite part of beach day…Toasting the day, Sabado, Saturday. Actually we toast every day, but Sabado is the most fun, especially at the beach.Pancho stops by to say hola. He supplied us with our casa de la playa, our sombrilla. We engage in our usual banter, he is always working, but, also always smiling.
Finally Ezekiel shows, I say finally because estoy hambriento, I’m hungry! And Ezekiel is my fish and shrimp on a stick, man. I order both this time and I order them caliente (hot off the grill) and the shrimp, pelado, peeled. Mary thinks I abuse him by not ordering from the stock he carries, but I always remind her that Ezekiel volunteered to get them hot off the grill, originally.
And now, sadly, we are down to our last beer which signals the end of our beach day. Que lastima. We pack our gear and walk back home on the flat, on Calle Olas Altas. It’s an extra four blocks of walking but there is no hill climbing involved. It feels good to be back in beach mode again.
Thanks for visiting, gentle reader. There are many beaches in PV and this just happens to be Bruce and Mary’s favorite and they would love to hear about yours. But of course comentarios on any subject are most welcome. Hasta proxima Domingo!