Christmas Eve is the communal dinner which includes Layne’s famous pesto pasta salad and the Québécois couple has a bunch of cookies while Hugh and Sue from British Columbia are doing barbecue ribs and Nilton and Mara from Brazil will doubtless bring some unusual dish from the southern hemisphere.
Last night they brought fried yuca sticks to share with a delicious garlic green sauce. I am quite looking forward to Brazilian cuisine.
8 degrees north latitude and the sun is hot down here so it’s as well have the ice cold swimming pool filled every few days with clean river water and no chlorine. It is where the campers gather to cool off and where I swim obsessively. I enjoy the meditation of doing the breast stroke back and forth.
Canelo the young campground dog tries to get Rusty out from his cave to play without much success.
Occasionally the old grump dog comes out and runs with the locals chasing ghosts around the campground but most often he sits and watches. Canelo is an 18 month old rescue who lives an ideal wandering the campground with his rather standoffish partner a small white dog who came here with travelers from Spain. Seen here with Hugh on a mission.
And so the days pass.
Christmas day I pick up the rental car which we will use until GANNET2 has new brakes hopefully around the second of January.
So we won’t be stranded but if we were, this would be a fine spot to be stuck! Happy Holidays.
