La playa in the mountains
I needed a day at the playa so we headed to a local man-made lake in the mountains. It isn’t the ocean, but it’s close enough. I took off my chanclas and put my feet in the sand for awhile. Later I helped the kids in their impossible attempts to catch the quick fish that swim in the waters there. I found that if one stands still, the little fish kiss your toes, (which, for a girl like me, raised in chlorinated swimming pools, leads to screaming and running back to shore.)
The bath house was a very old building. I thought the lights and other fixtures were charming. I think I’d like to remodel our baños to look like this some day.
Carlos didn’t swim with us, instead he had his eye on the paddle boats on the other side of the lake.
If you need an activity to build cooperation in your family – take a paddle boat ride, en serio. For the first 5 minutes we argued with each other about paddling forward versus backwards, paddling fast or paddling slow, moving the rudder to the left or right, and which direction we should go in. We went in circles and almost ran ashore until we finally found a rhythm, worked together, and had some fun.
After paddle boats we checked out this picnic shelter on our way back to the car. On the ceiling, people had written their names in charcoal. Carlos picked up a piece and wrote something too.
Did you ever have one of those days that, as it’s happening, you realize you’re going to remember it even when you’re very old and wrinkled? Today was one of those days.