A P.S. to the post of just 24 hours ago. Still in the green waters of Aqua Verde and in need of more ice, we rowed the dinghy to the nearest shore and trekked up the hot dusty road that runs through the cactus-spotted hills above town. The village is located barely a half mile or so across the water from the anchorage, but we could see there was too much surf there to land the dinghy. The road through the hills turned out to be about two miles, winding back above a valley and a view of the ocean and mountains to the north. Just as we were getting a bit discouraged by the heat, the town came into view, sparser and less populous from above than we had realized when we had come by way of the beach. The only occupants we noticed this time were the goats and their kids. As we approached, I noticed a rag-rug type object snaking across the only dirt-packed, sand-covered road. A speed bump! In this fishing town, someone had taken a hawser (a boat's large mooring line) and fashioned it into a speed bump. If we thought the same objects in La Cruz were a bit ludicrous because the town only had about a thousand inhabitants, at least there was traffic there. In this pueblo of no more than a dozen or so buildings and fewer vehicles, they must just figure you can never be too careful!
We weren't looking forward to the long hot trek back through the hills, picturing ice melting all the way on Alan's back. We were thrilled to learn from the mini market proprietor that we could walk all the way along the beach, if we were willing to climb over rocks and through tide pools in a few places. The walk turned out to be just the ticket -- shorter, shadier, with a sea breeze and an entirely different perspective.
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