Chillin on Chiva....

 

 

Yesterday afternoon and all day today was spent on Playa Chiva. Yesterday we met with a realtor about a property we're interested in. That's  the reason we haven't posted in the last couple of days, there's a ton of soul searching going on.  So many questions that  your mind just spins. Anyway...that's in the works..we don't know how it's gonna turn out.

We went to Playa Chiva yesterday because it was nearly 2pm before we were done with the realtor and also meeting with a contractor. We went to turnout #9 because we just figured #10 would be full. Well as it turns out there were only 6 people total on Playa Chiva yesterday afternoon. Today we saw a total of 9 people. The place was deserted, more like the Novembers we remember. This morning we went to turnout #10, getting there at about 9am. It was one of those perfect days on Playa Chiva. Surf was calm, sun was out most all of the day, very few people.  We camped out under the little palm that's near the water to the west of turnout #10 (if you've been there you know what I'm talking about.). I have a picture of it above.  Below is a picture of the crowds we had to deal with today:

Lorrie did some snorkeling, I opted out, preferring to sit on the beach and split the atom regarding
buying the house and everything connected with that decision. Clarity was great for Lorrie and she saw lots of fish. No turtles this time, but it didn't matter.

  I've come to the conclusion that women are better at floating in the ocean than men. Try as Lorrie might I'm just not as adept at floating as she is, plus I watched another couple today and the same thing happened. She tried to get him to do it and he had the same problems I had. Here's a picture, below, of a pro floating. I really think she could do it for hours if she wanted (it's Lorrie.)

 

We stayed at La Chiva until nearly 6pm, closing it out in our normal fashion. I know I keep referring to those intangible things you experience at times like this and once again that's what transpired. It's really  meditative watching the waves break and feeling the breeze.  I'm reminded of something Thoreau wrote  " This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore. I go and come with a strange liberty in Nature, a part of herself."

Tomorrow is our last day. How in the world did two weeks go so fast?

:-)