At the Beach: A lot of Nothing

I just told Laura I was going to blog about what we'd been doing the last couple of days. Her response? "What have we been doing?"

A good question, whose answer is: "a lot of nothing."

First, to those of you who have received thank-you cards promising that we'd be having margaritas in your names, sorry. In the irony category, we just had the worst margarita of our lives, and we had it on a Mexican beach. Go figure.

Now Coronas, Coronas are another story. They cost between $1.50 and $1, and they get warm fast, so you have to drink them fast. Not that that's entirely bad, of course. But coozies! Why doesn't Mexico have coozies?

Laura touched on where we are, but I'll give you a bit more. The beach is called San Agustinillo, but our "posada" actually sits above a tiny cove just around a small headland from there. We're up on a cliff, so we have to descend a long set of concrete stairs (which run between a bamboo railing and a barbed wire fence) to get to the beach. There, the waves crash over a number of big rocks sticking out of the water, and little fishing boats dot the horizon. They mostly catch red snapper, which have made it to our plates more than once.

It rained last night, a good drenching rain that made everything cool this morning. The power seems to have waned, but not gone out. In any case, it was a nice atmosphere to sit on our big deck and look down on the waves, the beach, the boats, the pelicans.

It takes forever to upload photos on this connection, but there are some good ones at the website of our posada.