I get it a lot, ya know? Anytime someone finds out I’m goin’ to Playa for a month. First, Wow, a whole month! That must be great? Yeah..... it is pretty sweet.
Then.... the next question is usually something like, wow, a whole month, what will you do there for a whole month? Do you travel? Do you dive or snorkel, parasail, surf or fish?
Uh...... no!
No, I go to the beach. I play the beach bum. It’s why I’m here.
It’s that simple....really!
6:30, I get up early most days, the birds in my courtyard “jungle” won’t allow me to sleep much past that. A small breakfast of fresh fruit and cereal on the palapa patio. A quick shower, pack my bag and a “long” two block walk to the playa (beach). I usually land a front row seat, I’m early remember? But, sometimes it does help to tip the beach wait staff generously the day before.
Warm morning sun on my skin. Cool breeze coming off the water. Beach to myself. What could be better?
Around 9:30-10:00, I take a long walk, an hour maybe, up the beach. On my way back, I’ll stop by the Mayan fruit vendor’s cart and buy a cup of freshly cut-up pineapple , solemente pina (only pineapple) por favor, it's Sandy’s favorite. In a plastic cup, a squeeze of lime and a dusting of arbol chili powder, oh yeah! I grab a small bag of chicharones hanging from the awning of his pedal cart and a generous shot of hot salsa, por favor. 35 pesos with a tip, that’s about US$2.75.
Mouth watering, I hurry back to find Sandy eagerly expecting the “little” snack we will share. Accompanied by an ice cold Mexican lager with a squeeze of lime, what could be better?
After a well deserved “rest” in the sun I’m thinkin’ I’m about ready for some lunch.
Well, as luck would have it, the patio restaurant here at the beach club does a mean ceviche. Ceviche in these parts is chopped fish, or shrimp, conch or octopus, your choice. Marinated (cooked) in a mixture of lime juice, salt, chopped onions, tomatoes and cilantro. That’s it! Add a basket of “to to pos” (corn chips) and ice cold Bohemia. The perfect lunch!! And so it was. Every day (todos los dios). For me it is the essence of Playa. I will really miss this!
Leisurely lunch complete. It’s back to work! There’s a chair out there on the beach and someone’s got to man it! And.... I’m the man for the job.
The sun, a little warmer now. Thankfully, the cool breeze still blowing in from the water. The beach more crowded by now. The view, I must say the scenery has improved measurably over the morning.
I’m hot! A little thirsty. Think one of those fruity tropical drinks might be called for.
More sun, more breeze, a dip or two in the gentle surf. More eye strain from the now plentiful scenery. Maybe a cold cerveza. Aaah.... yes.... this is why I’m here.
Sometime around five, “the whistle blows” and time to head back to the apartment for a well deserved rest after a hard day in the sun.
Might be a night out. There’s some great little mom and pop Mexican restaurants over around 30th. Or, maybe a pizza, it’s “little Italy”, remember? Or, maybe I’ll just cook-in this evening. Our apartment has a decent kitchen, I love to cook, and hey, I don’t care how much I like real Mexican food, and I do, I can’t eat out every night for a month.
Yes, there’s a number of clubs, bars and even a casino, or so I’ve been told. But, I’m a bit past all that, imagine, me clubbing til 3 or 4 in the morning. Yeah.. Right! So... a quiet evening. Conversation, emails, a blog posting? A quiet drink, perhaps a Cuba Libre with a splash of Mexican vanilla, my touch. Maybe a movie, yes I think a movie from our sizable collection on the PC we’ve brought. Yes, a quiet evening, that’s it!
Tomorrow....... the sunrise, the birds in the “jungle”, It all starts again.
A whole month!
What do I do?
Well...........
