Beaches. Everybody loves beaches.
Beaches are, by definition, “magnetic” places, drawing peoples far and wide to the waters edge. A primal calling, the sounds, the smells, the feelings are universal.
This beach, however, more than any other I have known, it is incredibly multi-cultural.
I come here for the month and just as all things change in the course of a month, so does the composition and personality of the beach. Allow me to share my observations with you.
Because it is winter in most of the northern hemisphere, it should come as no surprise that there are many of those from places colder, but.......
In my first few days here, I find myself surrounded by Italian, lots and lots of Italian. Now, I know that we live in what’s known as “little Italy”, but jeesh! I feel more like I’m on a beach in Liguria, only much prettier, and with sand. Still... it’s an odd sensation, all that Italian here in Mexico. Maybe more pizza than burritos and tacos, it’s really weird. For maybe two weeks, Italian, Italian everywhere. And here in “little Italy” it’s all spaghetti, pizza, gelato. All these Toscani have created a home away from home for themselves.
About this same time , I take notice of something else, very curious. Lotsa pretty young girls with those lovely Brazilian thongs. I mean, how can you not notice that! And people, all about the beach. Couples, groups, those pretty young girls, all with these little metal pots, a metal straw and a thermos. Passing and passing the little pot around to one another all day long. Ah ha! Herba mate. Yepp! Mate, that weird herbal tea, if you can call it that, an obsession that can mean only one thing. The Argentines are here! Yes the Argentines have arrived. Largely from Buenas Aries, they sound Spanish, sort of, but they look more Italian. It’s summer there but I’ve been told the waters pretty cold down there. So... voila. For a while it’s the Italian/Argentine beach.
They stand out, really stand out. The Heidi’s. Tall, thin and blond, often braided. Striking in their appearance, they travel in groups, circling their chairs to form a mini community. Sounding somewhat like a mouthful of marbles, they stand out in every way. The Scandinavians are here too.
Amongst these unexpected faces and voices, you notice it. The same faces, day after day. They look like me, even sound sorta like me. But, they come from places like Alberta, Saskatchewan, Montreal, Toronto. Canadians! Tons of them, French and English. They come and they stay, and stay and stay. Two, three some even four months. I mean who can blame em? Eh?
Yeah, there’s even a good many “garden variety” Americans here too, but not as many as you’d expect. I think they peaked over Christmas holiday, but can’t say with certainly, I arrived just after that. And... with Cancun about an hour up the road, I suspect many don’t get this far, I mean Cancun, it’s an American enclave. When the cruise ships show up over in Cozuemel , they arrive by ferry, appear for a short while, but, then they're away. Can’t always be sure though, they can "masquerade" as Canadians.
There’s a small French community here as well, complete with cafe’s and a boulanger-patisser (bakery). A welcome touch of Gaelic flavor.
And.... how odd, but late in the day and you’ll likely see them. Two, maybe three of them, hubbly bubblys (hookah pipes). They appear on the beach. Big ones, small ones. One day I watched a young man unpack and meticulously assemble his “porta-hookah”. It probably took him at least 20 minutes to set it up. A little later and he was puffing away, soon to be joined by others, all puffing away. There’s a sizable Lebanese community in Mexico. They’ve left their mark. Kabobs, tacos al pastor (from the rotisserie spit), tacos Arabe, they're not hard to find.
Oh, and.....I almost forgot. The Mexicans! Yes, the Mexicans! Yes, I know you’d expect this, but... hey I’ve been to plenty of beaches where the locals don’t feel welcome on their beaches. But, not here. Young people, lotsa them, the lovely senoritas, the young men. Families, from small to as large as a small village. They show up, usually late in the afternoon and especially on the weekends. Lots and lots of them. But hey..... you’d expect that wouldn’t you? And... they seem to be having a blast, just like the rest of us. My favorite scene, replayed over and over, has got to be ..... Guy walks onto beach, OXXO (a local “C-store”) cooler on his shoulder, loaded to the brim with cervesas. And... just maybe, a jug of Clamato juice, to create a uniquely Mexican cocktail made with the beer. (an acquired taste at best) Behind trails the “sidekick” carrying the foam lid, won’t fit, cooler’s too full, a bag with cups and maybe lime slices( for the Clamato/beer cocktails), a bag of ice, a bag or two of chicheronies, again a uniquely Mexican snack something like fried pork skins with hot sauce of course. All of this followed up by two or three or a dozen amigos intent on finding their little place in the sun, eyeing the senoritas and drinking lotsa lotsa cervezas, with and without the Clamato. Amazingly, I never saw anyone get what I’d call out of order and everyone by and large picked up after themselves after the “festivities”. Just having a lota fun. Bueno!
After a while, you settle in to your groove, all of this is the normal. You see the patterns. This group for a week or two, another follows. The same faces the same behaviors, then different. You learn to “read” the beach. It’s all just so cool!!
Reporting from:
Mamita’s Beach, Playa del Carmen, Mexico
The Mercedes Benz sponsored Winter Beach 2012.
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