Barra de la Cruz'n

Day 5 on waiting period for Barra de la Cruz to break for us. Unfortunately, we have grown the slightest bit impatient prolonging our stay here, just biting our nails why we wait. Our days of loitering underneath the palapá, reading and snacking on tortas are soon to be replaced with the unknown of what lies down the road. While we were here we were graced with the presence of a strong, tight-knit commnity. Waking every morning to Pepe (owner of Pepes Cabanas) making the rounds of his property, greeting everyone with coffee, surely made the morning brighter. Then it was off to the point to check the surf and pick off little knee to waist high peelers that would speed through or mush and crumble. But the view, ahhhh, the view. While you are waiting for your next ride you are pressed against large boulders that have lodged themselves next to the sea and the lush plantation that grows around it. A few cactus pop up here and there to give you the impression that Baja must be nearby, but surely isn´t. Then to the south a long stretch of sandy beach with not a single soul on it. Mantarays wisk by in the surf as the fisherman try to pluck their catch from the surf as they perch themselves on the boulders overlooking the waves. It is a beautiful place, just lacking one huge element which this trip has primarily revolved around.....great surf. Maybe some other time Barra. I must comment on dinner at Carlos´s pizzeria. Great pizza and such a cooled out, mellow vibe. No big lights in the evening, just candles and a bit of raggae, the company of Carlos and you´re definitely satisfied. On dia de los muertes (Nov.2) a large group of children came in to the restaurant and we were all completely taken by there approach. These kids didn´t want candy, they wanted to dance! We were all about it. Jimmy and I were quickly pulled out of our chairs and directly into the middle of the dance floor. Carlos threw on some upbeat spanish dance number and we showed the kids everything we had. Five minutes later we were spent and Carlos handed us a beer gratis, but the kids kept going. Tonight we will say goodbye to Carlos and thank him for everything. I can´t help but smile and laugh right now because the internet cafe is directly behind the local school and it is band practice night for the 9-12 yr. olds. I swear that everyone is trying to play whatever it is thats playing in their own head at once. Well, I am going to attempt to leave you with a few photos here, now I say attempt because I´m using a computer that I think we had back in the third grade. Remember Oregan trail, that was sweet. Ok, hope it works.

-Tortas de pechuga de pollo, tasty