after a decadent meal prepared by mi madre, i politely departed la casa and hit the beach with rye. we got there around 5 or so and walked around until darkness settled in a little bit before 7 or so. my first trip a la playa este ano. a bit chilly for my taste, but we bundled up in hoodies. and by we i mean me. rye rocked sandals and shorts. brrrr.
the cabanas are all locked up and abandoned, so rye ("just a regular ol' huck finn") climbed onto the roof and jumped along while i meandered below snapping pictures of the water and just totally enjoying the view. even the drive down and back was peaceful. well, as peaceful as one can get listening to the colour and the shape.
my hands were colder than i realized and i let them thaw out on the steering wheel with the heat blasting. same for my toes. note to self: do not wear moccasins in the sand. actually, they are fine in the sand. note to self: do not remove moccasins in room that rarely gets cleaned.