When it rains it pours. Or at least it sounds that way when you have a tin roof.
It sprinkled on and off throughout the night. When I got up at 6:30 it was overcast again and the sea was very choppy. We all ate breakfast and (minus Cindy) readied our dive gear for our 7:20 pickup. When the guy came to pick us up he delivered some disappointing news. Because of the choppiness and the direction of the wind, there was no where for us to pleasantly dive at. With his sexy Australian accent he could have delivered any sort of bad news and I would have stood there with a stupid smile on my face.
We headed back to the room to lounge for the morning. I got out to the beach around 10ish. It was hot and very windy. The waves were rough, but the layer of shells at the entry way had disappeared so entry and exit was easy enough. The heavy waves washed away part of the beach, so there was about a foot tall drop off at the water’s edge. It was very windy so sitting in the sun was quite comfortable. After lunch I opted for a shady spot for the remainder of the afternoon. The wind picked up a bit, so I tried to shelter myself behind a tree so the sand wouldn’t blow in my face.
I had enough of the wind and heat at 3:00 and decided to head inside to cool down and shower. A case of the munchees consumed me so I had a bowl of cereal, some pineapple and popped some popcorn. I was feeling a bit antsy, and I’m pretty sure it was because I hadn’t had any pop in 48 hours. I don’t like to think of myself as dependent on substances as such, but there was nothing else I could chalk it up to. At least we have coffee!!
There are lots of iguanas here as well. All different sizes and colors. There are really tiny ones that like to sun themselves on the stone walkways, then they run back to the bushes as you walk down the path. It’s funny. Unfortunately the snails don’t move as fast and I accidentally squished one between my toes (gross). Woops. I will try to get a video of it later in the trip. The iguanas running, not the snail smooshing.
We headed out for dinner around 5:30, Nick referred to us as 70-year-olds. There was a diving shop Ted wanted to stop at, so we headed in the general direction (there are only two directions) without a specific plan for food. We decided to eat at Cimboco because it was right next to Antica Gelateria, a block past the diving shop. During dinner we had a nice discussion on body shapes, pear vs. apple-with-a-grape-on-top-and-pea-for-a-head.
Curtis and I were the only ones who indulged at AG since everyone else ordered dessert at Cimboco, but there was no way I was going to miss out on AG when it was (a) right next door, (b) a half hour walk away and (c) closed tomorrow. I couldn’t decide on a flavor, so I ordered half dark chocolate and half coconut/pineapple (last night I went with pistachio) and if I didn’t mention it in yesterday’s post, it’s a Gelato (a.k.a. Italian Ice Cream) shop. It was delicious. The dive shop was uneventful, only because I didn’t get any treasures for myself.
Our diving for tomorrow is scheduled for noon since there were no morning openings. Hopefully it won’t get canceled for poor weather again.