Sunrise over Cahuita National Park
Saturday afternoon we went to Playa Negra and played in the water. The black sand is left over from a volcano long, long ago and it is a fine powdery sand. Strangely, it does not stick to you like the white sand and in fact washes off much easier. The water was body temperature - no hesitant entry here, and the salt waves washing over you cool just a little. With the breeze, it's all you need. It feels like home which I suppose in some dark recess of racial memory it is.
Afterwards we tried to invent something else lacking here - Sangria. Some ground pineapple and oranges - a hint of mango, a liter of red wine, and a bucket of ice and it was wonderful. At least what I remember was; seems the wine is a bit more potent here.
We got up very early, to a kitchen full of dishes, and went off to the national park to photograph the sunrise. The security guard thought we were crazy, but agreed to let us go in if we just went in front of the ranger station, and promised not to go into the woods.
Not a problem - LOL
Well, time for breakfast. Seems I just took a bite of Dianne's still life study - pura vida!
Our Blackfoot
How about sand critters?
1 comment:
Nice sunrise! I've made it into my desktop wallpaper--makes a change from looking at all the white stuff we have up here.
I want to see pictures of those giant bottles of beer you were talking about.
Also you should catch a monkey and train him to be your butler (it always seems to work on TV).
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