For the last two months I have been taking a long walk on the malecón nearly every morning. Some days I walk past Los Pinos, some days I head straight to Playa Norte. Some days I walk on the beach and some on the pavement. Every day is unique and wonderful.
These walks are a chance for me to listen to an audio book or music and just absorb nature’s gifts. And yes, it truly is sunny nearly every morning.
As I walk along I often think I should take a photo to share with you, but instead I keep the camera in my pocket and stay in the present moment, just appreciating the beautiful things I see. I thought I should describe some of what I see to you with the hope that you’ll understand what a treat these lovely mornings are.
AtPlaya Norte, one man is always working away at his nets while others play dominoes. Often a group of men help a panga to the shore – rotating logs front to back to convey it up the beach. There are always a group of men descaling and filleting fish and sometimes throwing scraps to the frigate birds. Pelicans and seagulls wait patiently near the fish filleting area.
The skate park is used in the morning sometimes for zumba or other exercise classes. Today it looked to be some kind of yoga. Old, young, fat and thin… they were being led by a very stern but fit looking man. All of them were perspiring but seemed to be enjoying themselves. Nearby young men climb the ropes and work out on the rings and monkey bars. They wear gloves and appear serious about their workouts.
A little further along there is always a crowd of men and women at the Club de Natación. Dozens swim every morning and then gather to talk before or after. On the weekends the crowds swell and include lots of younger people and those having lessons.
On the beach near the Club de Natación last Saturday people were jumping over a sawhorse contraption and being cheered by an enthusiastic crowd. There were lots of people digging holes and more playing volleyball.
In the early morning the sandpipers are scurrying here and there, finding breakfast in the sand. The water is lukewarm, just the perfect temperature. The froth and foam tickle my feet and the water cools and refreshes me. Occasionally a swimmer moves parallel to the shore, but most enjoy the water by jumping and body surfing not too far out.
Lone fishermen catch fish by holding a single line. When I near they move the line close to the sand with a smile so I can step over it. A dog runs along with a mostly deflated soccer ball, bounding through the waves so proud of his catch.
A man near the shore is stretched into what appears to be a difficult yoga pose, staying in position for a long time. Near him a group just finished meditating, still sitting cross-legged on the sand.
Up on the pavement as I turn to head home I encounter a flock of cleaners enthusiastically sweeping the sand off the malecón surface. Huge blocks of ice have been delivered and stand in puddles waiting for the palapa restaurants to retrieve them. Bicyclists whiz by, wearing helmets and skin tight cycling gear. Interspersed are slower bicyclists with boxes on the back of their bikes filled with construction tools or fishing gear.
There are people jogging and people running. Some walk fast, pumping their arms while holding colored hand weights. Some stroll quietly, lost in their own thoughts. I smile, they smile, we mostly greet each other with a smile or a buen dia as we pass.
Vendors start setting up their tourist trinkets for sale – sunglasses, coco purses, hats, carved wood animals and stiff inflated puffer fish. One man and I always greet each other, part of our shared fabric of morning on the malecón.
I hope you enjoyed coming along on my walk with me.