I've gotten a couple of new neighbors recently, a pair of bulls or oxen or something. They are roped together and don't really do much other than eat and sleep, and every night about 9 pm they grunt and make weird noises for about 30 seconds. They are no more than 30 feet from my rig.
I'm writing this from the internet cafe here in Barra de la Cruz. The town is quite small, but the people are quite happy, and their lives revolve around this little town and its resources. There are a couple of lagoons where they farm-raise Tilapia (fish), and there are the ever-present fishermen at the beach, and then the diverse array of tourists. I've met guys (and some girls) from Ireland, England, Israel, Australia, New Zealand, Switzerland, Norway, Finland, USA, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Germany, Spain, France, and probably a few other countries I can't recall off the top of my head.
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| one of the main streets in town, internet cafe sign in middle-left of frame |
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| close-up of the internet cafe sign |
Baseball is big down here--to the point of at least equality with soccer/futbol, if not even more popular. They have their own field up on a high flat point close to the beach. There's a game today against another local town. The owner of the place I'm staying, Pepe, is one of the main players. I threw the ball around with him some the other day, and am going to try and get up to the field to see some of the game. I'm not quite sure how they make it work, as the field is pretty bare-bones.
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| baseball field looking down third-base line, "dugout" on the left. |
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| looking down first base line from home plate, "dugout" for the other team. |
And, in closing, just a little taste for my surfing friends. This was Wednesday, I believe:
As always, more to come!!!

































