Saturday, January 3, 2009

Sometimes it Pays to Listen




Mike and I just got back after a few days at the beach.We packed the computer, lots of DVDs, tons of books, bathing suits, and off we went.

We knew the beach was busy this time of year, but we had no idea that when people said it was busy they meant this busy! We got to our first beach after two hours, had a relaxing lunch at the first hotel that told us they were full. Then we worked our way up the coast stopping at EVERY hotel and hosteria. All full. We were pretty much identifying with Joseph and Mary. SEVEN hours and many hostals and hosterias later, we found a room. At that point we didn't even ask the price. Didn't care. Ocean front. Lovely beaches. Lovely rooms. Monkeys and parrots scampering through the palms. Horses neighing in stalls that looked like they were straight out of Zorro. Sigh. Here's a few photos. You should be able to see the monkey if you zoom in.

2 comments:

Kate said...

I'm so tired I've already forgotten what I was going to type. It had something to do with the monkey and rabies I believe.
I miss you. I can't believe I've missed all of your phonecalls. My phone just doesn't RING sometimes when you've called and then an hour later I get a message from you. AHHHHHHH! It's breaking my heart.

Susan Stevens said...

Don't worry, we'll connect soon and twill be worth the time and effort. Did I mention the 4 slightly drunk Ecuadorian men in our back seats directing us across dry river beds and soccer fields to our hosteria?