after sampling the locally made sugar cane liquor, guaro, in a plethra of different homeade fruit cups, i insist that we head to the beach.
i was hesitant at first to jump in until kylie, miss brooklyn, streaks past me and dives into the ocean. we all soon follow, shedding any doubt we once had. we play in the salty seawater completely uninhibited for what seems like an eternity. highly recommended.
we all rose with the sun in the morning, drinking fresh coffee paired with fresh mangos. no hurries. no worries. after a brief stint a la playa, and our last day together, the decision is made to prepare paella for everyone staying at the hostel. the four of us leave for the mercado and it starts. the rain pours down harder than i have ever seen. we run into fish and meat markets to find our ingredients, the rain falling so hard now that we were only hoping that kylies rental car was equipped to turn into a boat so that we could at least paddle home. we get home (or what seems like home) resembling a bowl of limp noodles. that night, as the paella wafted through the hostel, and the rain beat down on the tin roof, the lightening storm began.
all across the pacific, we saw lightening strike, followed by the loudest crackling thunder i have ever heard. after dinner, we all sat in semi silence, and without actually expressing in words, i am pretty sure we were all in awe of how raw and beautiful mother nature can be.
