Walking a few miles on the beach every morning and evening has become part of our regular daily routine. We’ve become compulsive shell hunter/gathers. We no longer leave the house without acouple bags to carry our bootie home. Within a few days of our arrival here at Playa Guasacate, we dicovered our current favorite “chill spot” just around the point at the north end of the beach. The point is a lava formation wonderland with tide pools, caves, inlets, rock bridges and a secluded cove we have named “Hernando’s Hide-away.” There is a large pristine saltwater pool where we go with our books & chairs. During our 3 day reprovisioning stay in
Our second week here Grey was the victim of a mysterious disappearance. He had just come into the house from the beach and left his Croc zorries on the step outside our front door. A few minutes later he went out to go next door and there was only one zorrie on the step. He then spent the better part of an hour searching the property for his missing zorrie, without success. Because we were at the tail end of the rainy season, the roads were ankle deep in mud with shin deep pools, making his only other footwear, tennis shoes, fairly dysfunctional. He can laugh about it now but he didn’t think it was funny then when he had to walk barefoot everywhere on tender feet. Two weeks later, after finally finding zorries large enough to fit him, he was again the victim of “the missing zorries,” only this time it was both zorries. We had gone walking on the beach and discreetly (we thought!) hidden our zorries under some driftwood near the beach access. Upon our return an hour or two later, we went to retrieve them and low and behold, there was only one pair, you guessed it! Pam’s. Grey was not laughing now, but luckily he had gotten 2 new pairs so now, if he’s not wearing them, he’s carrying them! Rule of thumb numba one, no leave slippa outside for da dog can get. Rule numba two, if you not wearing your slippa, put 'em on top your okole.
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