Dave has returned to work again after two lovely weeks of relatively quiet tholidays enjoyed together. I rose with him at 8:30 this morning, wholly intending to work on some finances and sundry paperwork myself, but was quickly cajoled into spending the day at Wreck Beach with neighbours and friends Nicole and Stan. It was beautiful-- sun, surf, sea. And SPF 40+... That sun was hot! Oiled up and stretched out all in a row, we felt like rotisserie chickens after only an hour.







Wreck is wonderfully "clothing optional" and legally so. It's normally a very relaxed atmosphere and largely polices itself, despite the trio of foot patrol officers assigned to the area. Often the only ones wearing any clothing, they're easy to spot from a half-mile away...
You can buy almost anything you might think of on the beach by hailing the vendors walking up and down the strip. Juicy-pink watermelon, freshly sliced and delivered to you wherever you've fallen. Delicious chicken or veggie empanadas, renowned for being the real-thing, handmade as they are by a kindly Peruvian grandma selling out of small coolers she carries. We ordered a heap of those today, con pollo y salsa verde, por favor, as well as cold beer- not exactly legal but good. And for me: mango ice with real fruit to cool things down a bit while we waited for the tide to wash in clean & clear for swimming! Lovely. A perfect day.
After all the sun and heat, the climb back up that long, steep flight of stairs is a bit of a nightmare. But take it slow, everyone else around you is in the same condition, huffing and puffing and stopping to rest and laugh regularly on the way back up.
Ahh-h-h... I remind myself that this is one of the reasons we continue to pay stupid rents in this city with a view.
So, what are you doing tomorrow?! : )
