Friday, July 9, 2010

This has turned into our most frequented beach. People have started to recognize us, so the hollers and whistles have subsided for the most part. My favorite is to sit with my eyes closed and listen to the dry palm leaves rustling in the wind. They sound just like rain.

We visited again last week during fiesta. We pulled out our towels and started reading Anna Karenina. Within minutes we had a little group of boys sitting around us listening to the story. I doubt they understood much, but I was none the less tickled by it.

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