Sam and I took turns paddling further and further out and it was a wonderful morning.
Not having a jam packed schedule, and not knowing where else to go, we stayed at the little restaurant on the beach all day.
| Sam sitting on the beach |
We immersed ourselves in the local culture. I had the most unique ham sandwich I’ve ever had. You could easily try this recipe at home. It’s three hot dog buns, chili sauce, one piece of processed ham, and several chunks of cheese. You can just follow the picture:
We drank cold cokes and cold water (yay!) and watched the locals who came to the lake to swim, do laundry, wash their cars and generally hang out. There were also a lot of equine visitors to the lake.
According to a kid we met who spoke English, it is “vacation time” for the horses who run wild for several months when they are not needed for farm production. We also saw a lot of pigs, cows and chickens which was pretty fun.
We went back to the ranch for siesta and to read until dinner, which was a repeat of the night before: same buzzed pirate, same pirate stories, same amazing food. This made me realize on a deeper level something I have always known; the hospitality and love put into incredible food can cover over the awkwardness of a drunk pirate any day.
You'll be happy to know I burst out laughing several times, scaring the other people in the waiting room at my doctor (well, drug test for the new job) visit. I just couldn't hold it in, as always when I read your most amazing and hilariously witty blog. LOVE IT! What memories...viva drunk pirates and la comida central americana!
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