(I don´t know how to turn the picture the other way. If anyone has any suggestions let me know.) Our room was without airconditioning, but it was semi open-air. It had a thatched roof, but the walls didn´t go all the way up to the ceiling. I think that was so air could circulate better, but we had to sleep under this mosquito net to keep from being eaten alive. It was worth it though, to be able to hear the waves singing us to sleep.
Ah, the black sand beaches. The surf was really rough, and we didn´t get in above our waists for fear of the current. I don´t think I´ve ever seen waves this big, and that´s saying something since I really am quite the body-surfer. I was missing Surfin Stumpy at this point.
Now for the adventures: Cory saved me from a scorpion that was hanging out on our bathroom wall waiting to pounce on me at the first possible second. I could tell he was a menace by the look in his beady little eyes...( the scorpion, not Cory.)
Also, we tried to book a boat tour around the marsh with a small man from a hotel just down the beach. He said the best time to leave was at 6 am, just before sunrise because that´s when all the animals are out. I set my alarm, and we stumbled out of bed and down the beach accordingly. We had to wear long sleeves and pants so that the mosquitos wouldn´t bother us on the marsh, and we were quite hot and sweaty by the time we arrived. When we got to the other hotel, it was still quite dark... too dark in fact. Cory looked at his watch and realized that it was actually only 5 instead of 6. I had inadvertently changed the time on my watch while setting the alarm. Probrecitos! We trudged back dejectedly to the hotel in the dark, and I started to get frightened that we were alone on the beach in the dark. (I know my parents are shaking their heads in fervent agreement.) Then I thought I heard something splash in the water, and I turned, startled, to look. Then I reasoned to myself, ¨That´s silly, everyone knows that Guatemalans are scared of the water...Oh wait, no, that´s hobbits.¨ (I am currently reading Lord of the Rings which Garrett so kindly left for me, and am obviously having trouble distinguishing fiction from reality.) We were so put out by the whole thing that we decided to skip the actual boat tour altogether and go back to bed. (Well, I went back to bed while my gallant and noble husband returned to the hotel to tell Elias, the small Guatemalteco, that we weren´t coming.)
The rest of the day we swam in the pool and walked down the beach. We enjoyed the Italian food, and we had almost the whole beach to ourselves. The huge waves were really amazing, and we often just sat staring into the ocean and watching the spray fly into the air. The shore, for the most part was clean, but bits of trash washed up during high tide. As we walked, Cory kept sort of a running commentary, ¨Oh look, there´s a toothbrush...there´s a coconut....there´s a shoe, I think it might fit you... oh wait, no, that´s a small life raft from a ship.¨ Lovely.