It is 9:30am on a Sunday morning. I am sitting outside with my coffee and toast, the only one out of bed in our household. Up early every morning, I enjoy watching the small fish boats being stalked by flocks of gulls and pelicans. Then the water taxis start their short trips south to Yalapa loaded with tourists and locals who are forced to walk into the waters of the bay to board these aging vessels. The decrepit pier, with gaping holes, was dismantled last year before PV hosted the Pan Am summer games.
Even on a Sunday morning, it is never quiet here. Traffic along the roadway below is constant, waves crash to the shore, dogs bark, birds chatter. The singular advantage to Sundays is that it is a day of rest for local construction so the condo development on the other side of the road will be quiet today...no diesel fumes from a generator, no crashing of supplies, no drilling or pouring or sanding or yelling back and forth.
There is a half moon in a blue sky this morning. The clouds have disappeared and the forecast is for a clear, hot day. I have exhausted the supply of reading material on the shelves downstairs, at least the books of interest: Portrait of a Turkish Family by Irfan Orga, The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt(winner of the Governor General's Literary award), Burnt Shadows by Kamila Shamsie(again), The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz(winner of the Pulitzer Prize). The last one contains descriptive references to the Trujillo dictatorship in the Dominican Republic and is a brilliant read!
Guess I'll have to spend the afternoon in the pool!
Even on a Sunday morning, it is never quiet here. Traffic along the roadway below is constant, waves crash to the shore, dogs bark, birds chatter. The singular advantage to Sundays is that it is a day of rest for local construction so the condo development on the other side of the road will be quiet today...no diesel fumes from a generator, no crashing of supplies, no drilling or pouring or sanding or yelling back and forth.
There is a half moon in a blue sky this morning. The clouds have disappeared and the forecast is for a clear, hot day. I have exhausted the supply of reading material on the shelves downstairs, at least the books of interest: Portrait of a Turkish Family by Irfan Orga, The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt(winner of the Governor General's Literary award), Burnt Shadows by Kamila Shamsie(again), The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz(winner of the Pulitzer Prize). The last one contains descriptive references to the Trujillo dictatorship in the Dominican Republic and is a brilliant read!
Guess I'll have to spend the afternoon in the pool!
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