Did I already say I love my new hammock? Yeah pretty sure I did. It's wide, and if you lay right down the center, the sides can fold up over you. Everardo put hooks in the beam on the porch and you hang low, close to the ground, but not too close because it makes it hard to get out.
Just like how it was down in Playa Ventura. I know when we were down there I must have written that sleeping in the hammock is the best. That I loved my naps. That it's long enough and wide enough, and slack enough to let you twist and turn, to sleep all curled up or stretched out completely. That the sound of the ocean, the slightest of breezes, a gentle rock can lull you off to sleep in minutes...sometimes feels like seconds.
It was the same in Puerto Penasco except for missing the sound of the ocean, and there was almost never a breeze. But here in Baja, in my new hammock it was the same. Last nite I noticed it and today....today there was the smallest of breezes, and the after rain smell that we had alot of in Playa Ventura since the rainy season is all summer (of course it stayed unbearably hot/humid even in the rain), but I lay there today, my eyes closed, rocking ever so slowly, the sound of the ocean...I wiggled around just a little and whispered "ahhhh". My eyes were closed and for a moment, just a couple of moments, I thought, "where am I?" I felt like I was in Playa Ventura. I listened to the ocean and thought of my friend Chela who lived down the road, that maybe I would walk down there in a little while. Hmmm should I walk along the road or along the beach? I knew Sam was somewhere near by and always ready to go down to gume and Chela's place- she always had a tidbit for him. I thought of that "jeugo de pepina" she would make for me. It was sooo refreshing! Cucumber, icy water. a little bit of sugar. Hmmmm. If I walk down the road, even that short way I'll be sweating and be even wetter than I am now. If I walk down the beach I will surely jump in right as I get to there place, and Sam will have gone in and out, chasing a stick or a branch, just in that 5 minute walk. Still, I think the beach is the best walk.
But do I want to open my eyes yet? Do I want to move from this most comfortable place? Mmmmm, maybe a little longer. I can feel the paperback book I brought into the hammock with me sitting on my chest. I know the water in the water bottle on the ground below me is already warm, even though I filled it with ice water just a minute ago. I lathered myself with my precious Autan (mosquito oil) before I climbed in- ok let's face it, I put it on when I wake up, after swimming, after a shower, and I am still covered in bites. With my eyes still closed and floating at the edge of asleep and awake, I think about how I have only a few, 2 or 3 bites right now...hmmm, I can take a liesurely nap, Everardo won't be here for hours...where is he? Is he out fishing with Gencho? Is he going for lobster with Romero? Now that would be nice......
I floated a little longer and then I slowly opened my eyes. My book is on my chest. It's not quite as hot as it should be....the ocean is not quite as loud as it should be....ahhh I am here, in Baja. We are on a bay, not the Pacific with waves crashing against the rocks. It is not so hot that I never cared we had no hot water. In fact the breeze on my sweat is actually cooling me off a little. Yeah that's not Guererro...that's Baja. I walked on the beach for a couple of hours earlier with my friend Jan and the dogs (of course), came home, chatted with my younger daughter on the phone about this new woman she met and is kinda falling for....and then I took my book and my water bottle out to my new hammock and climbed in. Sam plunked himself right down below me, content to take a snooze. Hazel hadn't really experienced the hammock much since I was fussing with it the couple of times I tried to make the old one work with the gaping holes and deteriorated tears in it. So as I settled in she was very interested, poking her head and I could tell, thinking of hopping in- but I told her no and she was happy to cuddle up with Sam. I did read for awhile, and every so often give myself a little push to swing me, to rock me....
Not sure when I let go of the book, when the ocean sounds were what I began to hear, when my mind began to wander, when I started to play the "where am I" game. So I am here, right where I should be, but happy to know I can revisit another place, easily, with a gentle rock, a slight breeze, and the sound of the ocean.....nice....viva
Just like how it was down in Playa Ventura. I know when we were down there I must have written that sleeping in the hammock is the best. That I loved my naps. That it's long enough and wide enough, and slack enough to let you twist and turn, to sleep all curled up or stretched out completely. That the sound of the ocean, the slightest of breezes, a gentle rock can lull you off to sleep in minutes...sometimes feels like seconds.
It was the same in Puerto Penasco except for missing the sound of the ocean, and there was almost never a breeze. But here in Baja, in my new hammock it was the same. Last nite I noticed it and today....today there was the smallest of breezes, and the after rain smell that we had alot of in Playa Ventura since the rainy season is all summer (of course it stayed unbearably hot/humid even in the rain), but I lay there today, my eyes closed, rocking ever so slowly, the sound of the ocean...I wiggled around just a little and whispered "ahhhh". My eyes were closed and for a moment, just a couple of moments, I thought, "where am I?" I felt like I was in Playa Ventura. I listened to the ocean and thought of my friend Chela who lived down the road, that maybe I would walk down there in a little while. Hmmm should I walk along the road or along the beach? I knew Sam was somewhere near by and always ready to go down to gume and Chela's place- she always had a tidbit for him. I thought of that "jeugo de pepina" she would make for me. It was sooo refreshing! Cucumber, icy water. a little bit of sugar. Hmmmm. If I walk down the road, even that short way I'll be sweating and be even wetter than I am now. If I walk down the beach I will surely jump in right as I get to there place, and Sam will have gone in and out, chasing a stick or a branch, just in that 5 minute walk. Still, I think the beach is the best walk.
But do I want to open my eyes yet? Do I want to move from this most comfortable place? Mmmmm, maybe a little longer. I can feel the paperback book I brought into the hammock with me sitting on my chest. I know the water in the water bottle on the ground below me is already warm, even though I filled it with ice water just a minute ago. I lathered myself with my precious Autan (mosquito oil) before I climbed in- ok let's face it, I put it on when I wake up, after swimming, after a shower, and I am still covered in bites. With my eyes still closed and floating at the edge of asleep and awake, I think about how I have only a few, 2 or 3 bites right now...hmmm, I can take a liesurely nap, Everardo won't be here for hours...where is he? Is he out fishing with Gencho? Is he going for lobster with Romero? Now that would be nice......
I floated a little longer and then I slowly opened my eyes. My book is on my chest. It's not quite as hot as it should be....the ocean is not quite as loud as it should be....ahhh I am here, in Baja. We are on a bay, not the Pacific with waves crashing against the rocks. It is not so hot that I never cared we had no hot water. In fact the breeze on my sweat is actually cooling me off a little. Yeah that's not Guererro...that's Baja. I walked on the beach for a couple of hours earlier with my friend Jan and the dogs (of course), came home, chatted with my younger daughter on the phone about this new woman she met and is kinda falling for....and then I took my book and my water bottle out to my new hammock and climbed in. Sam plunked himself right down below me, content to take a snooze. Hazel hadn't really experienced the hammock much since I was fussing with it the couple of times I tried to make the old one work with the gaping holes and deteriorated tears in it. So as I settled in she was very interested, poking her head and I could tell, thinking of hopping in- but I told her no and she was happy to cuddle up with Sam. I did read for awhile, and every so often give myself a little push to swing me, to rock me....
Not sure when I let go of the book, when the ocean sounds were what I began to hear, when my mind began to wander, when I started to play the "where am I" game. So I am here, right where I should be, but happy to know I can revisit another place, easily, with a gentle rock, a slight breeze, and the sound of the ocean.....nice....viva
