Beach Humans Being

We are making the most of our last days in Mexico. It’s funny because we have up to a month left on our tourist permit, more than a working family’s vacation, and yet it feels like we are running out of time. 

We swam at seven in the morning before the breeze came up. The dolphin swam away chasing breakfast but we enjoyed the water anyway. We then returned to GANNET2 where I picked up the camera and took Rusty for a walk. 

The day drifted away with books, tea, naps, snacks and eventually we got to afternoon exercise time which became an afternoon swim after we were finished with the weights. Vinnie was sitting at the beach and he remembered us from our January visit. “You’re the cold water swimmers,” he said from his beach chair. 

He’s lived in San Carlos for seven years but his wife doesn’t like the ocean so he comes out to the beach with his dog and umbrella and watches the sun sparkle on the water. 

He talked about the building boom consuming San Carlos. He likes the idea of his home’s value going up so when he dies his wife can get more for it and move to the mountains. He had a wistful time thinking of the “good old days” of less development. All of us seem to feel that way about the incessant development that surrounds us.  

Then we have dinner and the sun goes down in spectacular style. 

Layne gets creative as evening approaches with the Instapot, the toaster oven and the induction burners as well as the microwave, all powered by our battery bank. Last night we had tomatillo chicken and beans, the night before we had breakfast for dinner, hash browns and soy chorizo scrambled with eggs. I enjoyed that with a glass of wine.

We live well in the van, the comforts of home in the desert.  

And the day is done.