The good thing about sleeping so late is that you don't have to struggle to fill up your day. The XR had been whining about an oil change so I felt I could manage to take care of that before the sun went down. After the blood transfusion I felt my work was done for the day so I forced myself to laze about the beach and read a few pages in my book.
Melaque is a very pleasant town right on the coast. The beach was full of Mexican tourists as well as a few out of place Canadiens in speedos. I was very happy to keep to myself and tried as usual no to attract too much attention. Occasionally a hard working youngster would come by trying to offload a handmade necklace or a freshly carve pineapple and I would have to let them down by explaining that I didn't have any money on me. They seemed to be satisfied with the promise of "Well, we'll see tomorrow." I hope they're not waiting for me.
That night I found a quaint little restaurant in the town square where a plate of chicken enchiladas and a Pacifico set me back $3.75. I could have sat there for hours watching the town's youth zip around on scooters, exhibiting skill that could be put to good use on the track. Wanting to get an early start in the morning, I turned in around 8pm. Well, I tried to turn in.
As I laid in bed, it seemed that about every 10 seconds there would be a thunderous rumble that would shake the walls. At first I thought it might be raining, but then I remembered where I was. I headed outside to investigate. My search led me down to the beach, and at this point I suppose a night walk on the beach shouldn't be out of the question. Now, the beach rises up out of the ocean at such a sharp angle that when the swells come in they seem to rise up and fall over themselves in the space of about 5 feet. There was definitely no surfing here. And this was the source of the terrific rumbling. I guess I was just too tired, or it was just too noisy earlier and I just didn't notice it. But now that it was nighttime and everyone was in the townsquare, it was all you could hear and feel. I've never heard anything like it, and the swells were only 4-5 feet. But like a hyperactive chihuahua on a short leash, each wave would approach, rise up suddenly and crash back on itself like its owner was jerking its chain.
All that really has no bearing on anything, really. It's just that nothing really exciting happened today, so consider it filler.
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