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In the morning we went to visit Karla's neighbor who was always very kind to Karla as she grew up. She used to spoil Karla with mojarra so when we showed up unexpectingly, she took us down to the store, bought some fresh fish and fried up the mojarra. The fish was pretty good too. Unfortunately, while we were waiting to eat, there was a small old drunk man who wanted to tell his life story to me and after about 3 minutes of the story I notice the facts kept repeating and didn't always coincide so that it was all blubberish. And this man didn't quite get the hint that I wasn't interested in the least bit. I was swinging in the hammock on the porch and could care less about his chit chat.
We left there in a hurry to meet up with Karla's aunt. She had also prepared food for us, a bean soup with chorizo and beef that was oh so delicious, despite the fact that we had just eaten. When Karla's uncle came home we all jumped in a small Ford Fiesta, all seven of us, and headed down to Las Barrillas. It helps going
with someone who knows where to turn. To reach the street we couldn't find ourselves you have to drive onto a closed off section of road that is under construction. You drive down that a ways avoiding construction then turn off on this tiny road with no signage. The road ends at Las Barrillas.
Las Barrillas is a magical place. There the ocean has created a sand barrier where the beach of Jicacal is located. Behind the massive bern is a large bay full of shallow salt water, oysters and mangroves. The locals in Las Barrillas spend their days fishing and haggling tourists like myself.
We pulled up, parked and played a few minutes in the bay. We found a boat, offered the driver some change and he took us over to jicacal to play for the day. The beach there is gorgeous, the water is warm and there are crabs everywhere. The jaiba are not so friendly and have a really good pinch despite their size. We spent the afternoon playing in the water, in the sand and building massive castles. At nightfall we headed back to Karla's uncle's house where we ate Carlota, palomitas and watched
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Josh enjoying the conversationbaseball. As always, as the night fell so did the rain.
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