I love to travel. Let me correct myself. I love to see new places and experience new things. The travel portion in plane, bus, car, shuttle is necessary to get to my newest destination.
I did enjoy our trip down the coast on the back of motorcycles to see Monterrico. As I sat on the back going down sandy roads to the inlet of the Pacific coast of Guatemala. I felt free and grateful for the experience I was .Watching the landscape roll by I was in awe at the majestic beauty of nature and the slow easy living of the villages as we passed.
We stopped several times and had a drink with a lovely Italian couple who were owners of a beautiful resort on the beach front. I sat and intently listened, drinking my delightfully cold Monte Carlo beer, while our chaperones for the day also sat in the shade with their sodas and listened to the couple, talk of the events of the last few weeks of familiar friends and family.
As I sat and watched the sweat roll off my bottle and felt the perspiration on the back of my neck I was content and peaceful happy being a part of it all. I asked the proprietors then took a few pictures of the quaint place and bid our farewells. If was back in the dirt bikes to finish our way down the coast to Hawaii.
We stopped at a few tiendas along the way and talked to other acquaintances of the group. I drank all the water I had brought and it was kindly refilled with clean drinking water by friends on the way. I felt honored they let me in to their open air palapas and bungalows to sit and cool off and listen to the conversations of the afternoon.
We finally reached “the end of the world” as my friend El called it. It was. The road had stopped and there was nothing but a boat and netting in front of us. Around the bend was an isolated fishing village that had been destroyed and relocated. The riptide were still eating away at it and slowly they moved farther over from the original settlement.
The water was warm and salty but calmer than the ocean beach it was wonderful for swimming. The men cast the nets for fishing but were promptly caught up in debris and spent most of the time freeing the net. I looked on and spoke to a fisherman observing us. He told stories of past visits with my friends and the great times they had had. I really tried to use my best Spanish as he also spoke in broken English so a conversation and laugh could be had between the two worlds.
I swam and let the tide carry me in and out enjoying the surf and the sun. Watching the teenage boy I was riding with doing flips in the surf and catching crabs. We sat still and watched a Technicolor crab wave and defend himself against our curiousness with his one claw. El and her bike mate swam to the sand bar and laid basking in the sun for a moment before the swim back into the Baja.
There was no need to dry off. The sun instantly started to dry our suits as soon as we left the water. We put everything in our packs and made the ride back the resort El Delphin where we stayed for the week. As we rode back I looked intently at the beachfront and tried to visually remember all I had seen. I wanted my heart to remember what I was seeing hearing feeling and experiencing on all levels. I was so happy being a part of it all to feel like I was one with the world if only for those few hours.
The bike broke down about 15 minutes from our destination and our companions ahead had left us. I was not worried I knew they would be back. So we sat on the side of the sandy road for a few minutes drinking water and I contemplated .
I am in Central America, on an old dirt bike, riding down the sandy Pacific coast to nowhere, to experience, nothing. I was not afraid or irritated. I knew that this was all part of the experience and I embraced it. I laughed at it. I knew there would be something to test me to see how I would act/ react when there is a wrinkle in my plans. Ha!! My plans! I only venture to guess what the universe has in store for me next. My plans are inconsequential.
Opening my heart and mind up to the universe and being in awe of daily living. That is the real goal.
Our companions promptly turned around and sent El and I back to the El Delphin singularly while they then went to retrieve the bike. We were so happy and excited to share our day with Cass who had been body surfing in the treacherous waves all afternoon.
Our little threesome was back together and we all cleaned up and enjoyed a fabulous meal at La Taberna del Pelicano were terrific seafood and pasta awaited us with a nice wine for dinner. We laughed and talked while the guard Pelican, Perros and the Gattos all came to visit us.
It was a perfect end to a perfectly ordinary day in Monterrico, GT.