I got a message from my sister whose wedding I went to in Scotland telling me about their honeymoon in Italy, sunny but slightly out of season because she’s smart, and the exchange ended with her having to go to work. I went to have a swim, such is life in retirement.
Three new campers arrived Monday morning but not enough to replace the exodus that left for work and regular lives back home. We lost our morning shade when our Argentine neighbors departed in their 24 foot Sprinter van heading home to their retirement lives in Cordoba Argentina.
They are seen driving past one of the communal grills, common facilities in campgrounds across southern South America. They gave us a bottle of wine and we promised to stop in and see them when we are in their neck of the woods in Central Argentina. “We have a spot to park your van,” Laura assured us.
You’d better believe we’ll be there. Cordoba is an interesting city by reputation and they are really kind people. However their departure leaves us as the only foreigners in the campground; we are decidedly off the path beaten by overlanders.
So now they are gone I have to put out our shower sheet, the privacy curtain we use between the back doors for public showering, to keep the sun off us in the morning. But aside from our solar exposure the beaches are much more empty on a weekday as you might expect.
I took these pictures walking Rusty around seven in the morning so during the course of the day a few idle souls show up to enjoy some beach solitude.
I met a guy taking his morning walk and we fell into a discussion about language as my Portuguese is improving a little. We ended up speaking Italian as his mother like mine was from there. The coincidences had crossed paths are surprising. We parted like old friends and I forgot to take his photograph.
Sunday night we (I actually) grilled pork chops on our collapsible German Scotti grill so I had that to clean, then there were the dishes, the floor mats to shake out and the floor to sweep.
It’s not all beer and skittles. Then we had to swim and have lunch read a book take a nap and of course before our next swim, walk Rusty past the now nearly empty day use parking lot.
Rinse and repeat for the next few days while we watch the solar panels charge our batteries and listen to our almost silent air conditioning kill us to sleep at night. Tough life indeed.
