Sunday, October 8, 2017
I am in Mexico.
I’m grateful to have two days off for our school’s Fall Break, which gives Hubby and me FOUR WHOLE DAYS at the beach. I have grown so attached to my young students and just when I was starting to miss them, I ran into one of them in a restaurant in town! How fun to compare stories of our day at the beach! (Over the years I have come to believe that many times the Universe gives you what you need.)
One of the favorite books in our class of three year olds is about Pete the Cat. When he has problems (like stepping in mud in his new white shoes) the book asks us, “Does Pete mind? Goodness no!” and then a picture shows Pete saying “Groovy!” or “Rock and Roll!” or “It’s all good!” This weekend I’ve been channeling our friend Pete the Cat. The wifi in our condo is down and at first I was anxious about not having 24/7 access to the world, but it’s turned out to be a really good thing. I’ve read half a novel, four magazines, and taken two really great naps. Rock and Roll! Groovy!
We made great time on the road and arrived at our beach condo Saturday at 2pm. We’d anticipated huge crowds of folks on Fall Break at the border, but for whatever reason, there was no line at all and very little traffic. We arrived to see a very pleasant group on the beach—nobody blasting stereos and everyone cleaning up after themselves. We’re always disappointed to see a large group set up on the beach RIGHT IN FRONT of our place, and sure enough: There was a large group of guys with umbrellas and a big pop-up shade. I took a deep breath and channeled Pete the Cat and shrugged to Hubby, “It’s groovy.” And it was–it turned out the the group of 14 guys were very quiet. In fact, they seemed downright bored! I know if it were a group of women, Hubby would dub them a “Hen Party” so I searched my brain for a male equivalent. I settled on “Buddy Fest.” Bachelor party? Church group? Gay choir vacation? Fraternity reunion? They politely sipped their canned beers, standing and chatting in the tide. One man flew a kite. They packed up at sunset, and we never saw them again. (I love to make up stories about strangers, don’t you?)
If you’ve read this blog before, you know one of my favorite things to do at the beach is count pelicans. Over the many years of vacationing at this beach, I’ve come to believe that the Puerto Penasco pelicans travel in groups of odd numbers most of the time. Well. Yesterday ALL the groups of pelicans flying overhead were in groups of EVEN numbers. I tried to skew the data by counting 18 pelicans, then adding the one guy flying solo about 30 seconds behind. This happened over and over again, until Hubby stated (in a wise voice), “I guess it’s just an Even-Pelican Kind of Day!” All I know is I think I saw more pelicans Saturday than I have during the whole rest of the year! We literally saw thousands that afternoon. Where are they going? What will they do there? Why are they in such a hurry?
Ruby the Wonder Spaniel is not at the beach with us. Her hips have grown too painful for her to easily come up and down the stairs to our tiny beach condo. She loves the beach so much that I’m thinking we will bring her next time, perhaps dragging her down on a blanket and at the end of the day, Hubby could carry her back up the stairs. I am missing Ruby and our cats, but how lovely for the two of us to have a short respite in this beautiful place where the sound of the ocean lulls us to sleep, and there is nothing much to do but enjoy each other’s company, read a good book, and appreciate the fantastic beauty of this Sea of Cortez.