Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Walking to Playa Guiones for the sunset, we felt almost like we were famous - everyone that drove past us on the road would smile and wave enthusiastically. But when we got to the beach, it was as if we were in highschool again, uncertainly trying to figure out where to sit for lunch. All of the cool, local surf boys and girls sat in a row on a log close to the entrance, sunburned tourists gathered in clusters here and there, and some other locals formed a circle around a bonfire. We ended up sitting by ourselves, but we think we'll be able to make our way up to the locals' log by the end of our trip.

1 comment:

  1. i think the locals, might just end up making their way to YOUR log before you know it.... or lets be enlightened for a moment and SUGGEST that perhaps- you and maggie on your own log- is exactly where and what is supposed to be- because that is what is, and what is- is perfect and beautiful! hehehe how many times have you heard "suggest to yourself" so far??? loving you!!!!!! xoxoxoxo