The Last Lemonade

I finally got off my butt and did something. Horray! :)

Ryan and I walked down the beach and found a kayak rental shop. The shop owner said that since it was high tide, it would be better to go in the morning. But, since I won´t be here in the morning, the let us go anyway. We rented a double seater and rowed out to the little island, about a mile off shore. It took us about 30 minutes to get out there, paddling pretty slowly. Once there, we washed up on some rocks and carried the yellow beauty out of the waves. The island was small but pretty. The waves were crashing in from all around and it was cool to sit in the middle and watch them. The sand on this beach was lighter in color and much softer than the sand in Samara. My feet sank as I walked around. The water was really strong, pushing and pulling large rocks around in its current. We spent about 30 minutes exploring the little island and enjoying the scenery. It was good to get off the main land and look back at it. The mountains are full of trees and vegitation - beautiful! It started to get a little darker, so we pulled out into the olas grandes (large waves) and headed back. We had to paddle hard most of the way back because it was starting to get dark fast.

We stopped in the middle of the ocean so I could take a couple pictures. More rowing and finally, the waves helped sweeup us in. We caught the last wave perfectly. We glided onto the beach just before it got too dark. Perfect timing all around! The dude from the shop came up and helped us carry the kayak back up to the shop so I didn´t have to! :)


I came back to the hotel and ate some leftover pizza - trying to save a little money because I´ve been going thru it like a mad woman! Then I walked to Laconda for my last lemonade of this trip. mmm... It was everything I had hoped for. I sat for a while and listened to the waves crash on the beach, and also watched a guy climb up a coconut tree with no luck in picking one. (fun to watch tho.)

I´m glad I listened to my ¨Mama Tica´s¨ advice and came to Samara. It is laid back, beautiful, and the locals are very friendly.

I´m also excited to go home and see my boyfriend! Two weeks is a long time to be apart. I don´t know how I´m going to survive when I go to Peru for a month in February.