MI am in Mexico. All day I’ve sat under a turquoise umbrella next to the ocean, catching up on back issues of Esquire Magazine and watching the birds. The osprey seems intimidated by the crowds on the beach, but must be really hungry since he swoops over us, clucking in an irritated manner, then dips his beak quickly into the sea for a fresh fish, flying away to his perch in the desert.
Much like the osprey, I get annoyed when the beach is too crowded. We’re so often lucky to have this slice of paradise all to ourselves, and when we have to share, it isn’t easy. Today I stand on our condo patio and look to the left. Then I look to the right. There are umbrellas and pop ups for as far as the eye can see! Yet each group is quiet and peaceful and as happy as I am to be here. Thank you, Universe!!!
Hubby and I almost didn’t come to the beach yesterday. The last time we were here (just three weeks ago), the people on the beach were obnoxious. I love when the ocean is as smooth as glass, yet that causes sound to travel too well. Everybody was so loud! The three condos to the right of us housed a huge group of friends with sooooo many little boys running around unattended. They ran through our yard and even stood on the beams of our stairs. The parents (mid thirties to mid forties) played loud music all day and night. To the right of us on the beach, a group of young people appeared each day. They were crass. While swimming in the ocean, one very large girl (who needed a much larger suit) yelled, “I’m peeing!” to which her friend gladly yelled, “I’m peeing, too!” Every other word (always yelled) was a curse word. They had loud music which competed with the loud music to the left of us. Let’s just say these folks were harshing my buzz. Add to that a swarm of mosquitoes that tortured us while we were sleeping and a roach the size of a Buick who waved to me from the kitchen sink taunting, “Neener neener, neener!” as he ran into a crack between the cupboard and the dishwasher. Oh, and I almost forgot the group of nude teenage girls we walked past on our morning walk. They were standing up (nude) taking selfies and didn’t even seem to notice us. It wasn’t sexual, but there were families nearby and it just felt wrong. Let’s just say I wasn’t in the mood to come back to the beach after all that crap.
BUT I’M SO GLAD WE DID! The weather in Phoenix today: 100 degrees. The weather at the beach today: 80 degrees. The ocean is sooooo warm, and we are water logged from swimming so long. The waves are medium-ish—not so big that it’s hard to get in, but big enough that they bounce you up and down in such a relaxing manner that you never want to get out. The stronger tide brought in a bunch of seaweed, but we don’t mind and even had a little bit of a seaweed fight. Which was fun for about one minute, and then I splashed and floated and swam, my body held up by the salty sea so light and buoyant and graceful that I felt like freakin’ Esther Williams.
And last night the full moon was AMAZING. It looked red as it came up over the desert (it is the Strawberry Moon, you know) and then shone so brightly onto the beach that we took a walk, no flashlight required. Tonight we will drive up Whale Hill to Casa Capitain where I will order my favorite shrimp tacos and a margarita as big as my head, and Hubby and I will admire the views of the sparkling Sea of Cortez and the twinkling lights on the malecon of this sweet little town.
La vida es buena. Life is good.