Sunday On The Beach

A Mexican in an SUV came in to the dirt parking area hot raising a dust cloud, but he was ready to get down to the water with his girlfriend. He missed Rusty sitting in his dusty hole and quickly set to unloading his car for the beach. He approached. “Would you like beer?”  Cheers! We drank his health in Corona. He smiled and strode off humping his ice chest as I reached for my phone camera. This right here is Paradise. I’m sitting in it. 

Not everything is free here on the beach and on Sunday food is flying in at a rapid pace to satisfy the masses. Our man Ivan was riding back and forth like a blue arsed fly on his motorbike.

For us he brought chilaquiles, tortilla chips in sauce accompanied by an optional fried egg, beans and salad. Oh and a large bag of fresh squeezed orange juice. So where did you have brunch?

Rusty spent the day napping and watching the beach goers drive up and unload their cars. Everyone will warn you about noisy beach goers on Sunday but these folk didn’t even play music. They enjoyed the natural surroundings.

We had previously bought a watermelon from a kid who stopped us on the street so why would we say no? We always carry a supply of twenty peso notes ($1) in case of begging or selling. It was delicious. 

Later a dude walked up and took two of my 20 peso bills and gave me a skewer of grilled shrimp with a lime on the end. You squeeze lime on everything in Mexico. A great snack brought to my front door.

We flagged Ivan down later and had ice cold margaritas delivered to our van… there was more! Layne was remarking it was good we did our exercise routine first thing and took a good long swim, all this food. 

Which was about the time the banana bread lady showed up and sold us our after dinner pudding for a buck and a half. I’m not kidding. It’s so good Rusty licked his bowl clean with his share. “El Trockay Dorado” is where we have our food sent when we call. 

Another van occupied by two rather odd people and their very large friendly and overbearing dogs told us they were going away for the day to avoid the crowds. It’s one day in the week and it wasn’t that bad. Free beer, food delivery and cheerful passersby wishing us well as they fought the soft sand.  

I walked Rusty and Layne prepared left over fish so it wouldn’t go bad more than as a response to hunger. As we ate a pick up failed to start. I joined the pushing team but not that nor jumper cables helped. They parked the truck and took off on foot to call friends. 

Our buddy Ron left today to start the trek north to work back home. We feel privileged more than ever to have no deadlines or timelines or appointments. This isn’t a bad place to take a break. Even without all day food delivery.