We got to the little fishing village on Tuesday as the tide went out and just before the sun set. Had we made high tide we would have observed the daily routine of the fishing boats coming in and the entire village converging on the beach to help bring in the catch.
As it was, the beach was quiet and deserted. We piled out of the Blue Corn Express into the parking lot of the hotel and the rest of while the group headed to the office to secure rooms I was drawn, as if by a magnet, to the waters edge.
The shutter was clicking long before the toes reached the water.
I contentedly walked and danced and explored and admired for the golden hour until the sun was extinguished by the great blue water.
1 comment:
Oh, oh, ohhhh. I wish I were there.
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