Living 15 minutes, on bicycle, from a beach seems to be well enough reason to get involved with the local playa population. There is nothing like loading 8 people (Host family: mom, dad, brother, baby, sister, uncle, aunt and myself) into a station taxi, filled with “the fixins” (you know, beach food, umbrellas, inka cola, kiddy pool). It’s an all day, well all weekend event, so it’s good to be prepared.
Summer is a different place here in Camaná, filled with weekend travellers and beach side bars. It’s been strange to think that it is even winter in the United States where friends and family are bundled in scarves and boots.
This past few months of cold sea water and hot sand, in the eyes of some, would be considered frivolous, but I have been able to learn so much about various families and what life is like when no matter how hard you try, you still sleep with sand in the sheets every night.
The beauty of playing beach volleyball, talking about excessive amounts of watermelon, waking up from a siesta with sand in your mouth, or discussing things from politics to dinner plans made this summer something poignant. So what, maybe I suffered from a little bit of tanorexia, training my sitemate to remind me how dark I’ve gotten after every beach visit, I think it was well worth it.
Daily Diinámica: Bring Sangria to the beach, they go perfectly together
My most recent favorite recipe:
1 box (or bottle) of Dry white wine (if in Peru – Gato Negro)
2 peaches
1 mango
golden raisins
chop everything up, through it in a jar and chill over night!
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