Day 3 – Sunday
Our first full day at Residencias Reef established a pattern that we would prove incapable of breaking out of until our last day. Except for a few daily variations to the theme, here is the pattern: I would awaken somewhere around 6 and start the coffee. By the time Brenda woke up and showered, I usually had breakfast well on its way. Chorizo, sautéed and strained then mixed with egg; diced white potatoes fried up in chorizo oil with sweet white onion; fresh tortillas with salsa. We would add papaya for a couple of days until it started to turn, then it was just mango or cantaloupe.
We suffered through it. One would think it might become tiresome but it was so tasty neither of us wanted anything else.
Afterward, we would head down for a two or three hour snorkeling session then hang out at the palapa and drink Coronas with lime until we got too warm or just felt like going back in.
We might snorkel together or separately for another hour or two, until one of us got hungry and then we would go make lunch.
I gotta say, it really took no time at all to get used to the complete and utter lack of any kind of schedule whatsoever.
Usually we would hang out on the loungers under the palapa – especially in the midday when the sun was like …well, like a really close friend that likes to beat the living crap out of you if you don't show him respect.
Seriously, I only neglected the sunscreen on Sunday.
After that, I became as conservative with the bottle of SPF50 as I was with the Coronas and limes. i.e. not conservative at all. It really didn’t hurt much until the sun beat down right on me so I started snorkeling with a T-shirt on. When we weren’t hanging out under the palapa we would go down and sit at the edge of the rock garden.
I imagine it is probably human made but this nifty little hundred and fifty (sq.ft.) of iron shore rocks form a perfect little rectangle that is its own little ecosystem. I discovered one day while waiting for Brenda that I only need about a foot of water to get my head under the surface and alter my perception of reality. Here’s what I mean: With my head above water, I can see that it is very shallow. I can see that I’m in a big, big world, and the two or three square feet of rocks and seawater is very tiny. But with a mask over my face, a snorkel in my mouth, and my head under water, that tiny little space would suddenly become much, much, larger. I could study a tiny little crab or colorful tropical fish for several minutes and not get the slightest bit bored. Can I get a a-men here? Does anyone get what I’m saying? It’s like I was a visitor to a completely foreign world and I had all the time I needed to observe as much as I wanted.
That first full day is when we walked all the way down south past Playa Mia. It was Sunday so the day resorts weren’t filled up with Cruisers but still, some folks were abusing the waters with jet skis. I mean, I know they’re having fun and I don’t begrudge them for that but I just find them annoying. I bet there would be a lot more interesting and larger fish if they were not there and it was quieter as a result.
There was a section of no-mans-land beach between our condo and Carlos Y Charley’s that I started calling Yuck-beach because of a very fine black organic material that seemed to hang right there. We decided that there really was nothing down there that appealed to us so we never walked back that direction very far. On our way back though, we stopped up into the tree line away from the water and I knocked down a couple of almost ripe coconuts. Almost, as in, not even close. I pretended to be Tom Hanks and reenacted a scene from Castaway attempting to break one open. Chuck Noland, I get it. I really do.
So, we did a whole lot of snorkeling in the water off our own beach and also immediately to our north. The water under the pier we found to be teeming with fish, as was basically any place that offered the slightest bit of shade. There was a lot of chub, some angelfish, damselfish, trumpetfish, barracuda, stingray, squid, French grunt, sergeant majors, butterflyfish, parrotfish, grouper, flounder, lobster, spotted moray eel, Black Durgon (and other triggerfish) Rock Beauty, Blue Tang, and a few trunkfish. Brenda had the only means of underwater photography and it was very difficult. Much of it is rubbish but there are some moments of brilliance. I’m just going to have to spend a lot of time watching all the video to cull out the good stills …maybe in time for the day 5 or 6 installment of this trip report. All my photos are above water.
Whether or not we ate lunch, we would still do some more snorkeling and some more hanging out on the beach and drinking cerveza con limon. For our Sunday dinner, we had chicken and potatoes and fruit. Pictures were lost with my cellphone swim on Wednesday. The food was always good & tasty - sometimes quite remarkable - but not so spectacular to rave about. Spending time together, cooking together, and enjoying the meal together was the real attraction. We got to do quite a bit of that and never really had any disasters.
We went down for a sunset swim as the water became so calm that you could water ski on it.
Then after the sun dipped down below the horizon we would head on up to the balcony to admire the approaching dusk and the incredible palette of colors that would accompany the transition from day to evening. Here’s a few of my favorites…
After the last bit of color had drained from the sky, we decided to just stay where we were; hanging out on the balcony and listening to the live music drifting over from Secrets until the mosquitoes told us to go to bed.