I had coffee at las chimichangas this morning. I sat on the porch and looked at the people and traffic passing by. I thought about our hostel and the people here. I watched a truck laden with gravel maneuver between a pile of sand and a white Toyota. He went back and forth again and again. He finally dumped his load in the correct spot while coordinating with two construction workers. The truck driver finished and drove away. No goodbyes were exchanged. It seemed like such an abrupt end to this relationship of the workers. I saw a taxi get pulled over. The passenger got out and emphatically gestured some slight to the officer. I looked down the road waiting for Jill to come back from jogging. I drank two cups of coffee and waited. I walked back to the hostel and waited. Jill came down the road sweaty and happy.
We had breakfast and bicycled down to the beach area. Accosted by hawkers, we found our way to Starbucks. We were searching for a purse for Jill. The plastic shopping bag she was using for a purse started splitting so we found one at the right price. We walked to the beach and listened to an organized Spanish water aerobics class while we ate peanut butter tortillas in the shade. It was so pleasant I thought it couldn’t be matched. We meandered back to the bikes amidst sprinkles of rain. We swam a little in the surf. We watched a wedding photography session. We rode to the supermarket and listened to the roar of a downpour on the roof. We watched water drip into buckets. We rode to the hostel and dipped into the pool. We walked with Helen to the loud neighbor bar and ate and drank. We danced with a drunk party celebrating something or other. Upon returning to the hostel we chatted with the new couple. We chatted about growing fruit in Spain. Helen and Matt went back to the bar to steal the tiny Dracula child. It’s been a pretty laid back day.
A”laid back” day and you, too!