Our campsite is set on a nice piece of concrete so that we can exit and enter the coach without tracking in a ton of sand with each step. We also sit right on the edge of the beach with the breakers letting us know that the tides are either ascending or descending from high tide. As I sit her in the coach now, I have a tendency to raise my feet every time the waves hit the beach… After arriving this afternoon we all gathered together in Sol’s pickup and went into Escuinapa de Hidalgo (which we had already passed through some 20 miles ago…). Louise and I had driven off from the hospital this morning with a prescription that we were to fill, well we got all the way here and it didn’t get filled…so that’s the reason that we drove all the way back to Escuinapa. Now, as we were driving back into camp, the sun was just dipping into the sea. We almost missed it, and it would have been too bad to have missed that one as tonight’s sunset was wonderful. While in town I did re-stock our supply of Pacifico, so while sitting there on their patio watching the burning sun disappear into the sea, and the stars start to appear far above our heads, we were at least able to enjoy a cerveza.
Well stepping back to this morning; I awoke, showered and stepped out of the coach about 7:30 this morning and walked across the parking lot to find Louise still asleep in her hospital room. She told me that she had a pretty good night, but the nurses did wake her quite a few times throughout the night. I went down to the restaurant about 9 for breakfast and while I was there the doctor made his rounds. He wanted to keep her one more night, but Louise wanted no part of it…”I want GO HOME !!!” She did get a little feisty and at that point I knew she was much better. By noon, we had paid the bill ($1200 US) and headed out to meet up with Sol and Carol and get on our way south. Today’s drive took us by farm fields where one farmer was tilling his fields with a horse and plow while walking behind them. The others were using their large and small tractors while planting or hoeing. We also passed orchards of mango, orange, and coconut, not the usual crops you see in the state of Washington or Idaho. Arriving here at the coast, we passed through the estuary areas were the fishing boats look like wooden kayaks that are paddled while standing. Their crop of fish are taken by swinging a net over their heads and expertly tossing a perfect circle of netting out and over the water in hopes of catching the “big load”.