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Published: August 12th 2010
I asked the lady at the front desk if walking on the rocks down the shoreline would get me to the beach at the mega-resort down the street. The way she hesitated and looked away when she answered told me that she was lying. I got a towel and headed out, out past the pool full of the Mexican kids and their noise, past the restaurant I have yet to see anybody eating in. past the outdoor grills and down the steps to the rocks.
To the right, toward the mega-resort, I saw rocks for about 75yards and then a rock wal leading to the water's edge, which I could not see over from where I was at. To my left was more rocks and the rest of the cove lined with beach houses and, from what I could determine, sand. So what do I do? I go right and hike up and down the rocks, between a house very close to the water and it's residences playing in the water, and to the rock wall. To get around it I must enter the water, which was at least 5 feet off the side of the rock I was standing
on. I didn't have it in me this morning and turned around and headed the other direction.
The sand I saw to the left, once I climed over about 50 yards of rock, was actually sand mixed with rocks, a lot of them. The mostly sand areas were getting wet by the small incoming waves while the dry areas of sand were littered with stones and that shell-bedrock coming out of the sand. I walked until I found a dry place large enough to lay my blanket, but even when I layed down on it, my shins and feet rested on rock.
I lay there terribly uncomfortable. I was the only one around except for a few ladies at the beach house near ne, a few boats on the water pulling the random skiers, and some paddlers paddleing on to somewhere down the coast. Just me laying there getting toasted and the towel drenched in sweat.
I could do that, while peridically refreshing myself in the Sea, for almost two hours before I figured I had burned enough. The sun, the swims, the hike back to the "resort" wore me out and I decided to fix myself
some of that pasta I had gotten at the grocery store.
My little meat-locker has two induction stove eyes. Unfortunately, the locker only came equipped with a small wok and a large, wide pot. With the wok, only the water in the middle eventually, finally, started to boil, lightly. I poured the pasta into the large pan, which was much wider than the larger induction eye. Again, minor boiling in the very center but not much else. But, luckily, by then the pasta shells had softened up enough to eat. Of course, they only had really, really small bowls for me to use but after a little searching, I found a 3x9 baking dish that was deep enough to hold the pasta and marinara sauce.
Pasta that should have taken ten minutes to cook took almost forty. Even the pasta is on Mexican time.
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