We had a full day off.
Both of us were wiped and wasted, but we had a day to be alone. We couldn't really go anywhere to do errands, because we have a spare tire on that should be used sparingly until we get a new one today.
At first, I thought our day off would be spent sleeping. I know that's really what I wanted. You know when I'm eating chocolate at noon, that all I plan on doing is lying around.
But the puppies were being MORE than rambunctious, so we decided to try them out at the beach.
We haven't up until now, because there needed to be some training in place first, and there hasn't been any 'time' to get them out to the water.
The Donkey and Pathetic Puppy don't have all their shots, but we had to do it anyway. They were using us as launching pads to attack one another in what seemed like their version of rock star body surfing in a mosh pit.
The waves looked pretty tame compared to most days. We decided to give them a whirl. I guess it's true that in May the water calms a bit.
What we realized, is only one of us can go in at a time, because the puppies were all over the map.
I thought they were going to run next door to Haiti, so Papi watched out for them to begin with, walking them further down the beach to tire them out.
I went in the water. The sand in front of our home is amazing! No rocks at all! A couple of little dips in the earth that had me losing my already fragile balance, but nothing major.
Out I went allowing every crash of waves to body slam me, occasionally removing my bikini bra.
Arms raised in a vee, I welcomed the power of the water, and giggled with glee every time one would make an attempt to throw me over.
One did. The undertow pulled me down before the wave smashed me into the sand, turning me over a few times.
... just roll with it ...
That was a little scary, as I concurred with the vast ocean, "OK, point taken. That is as far as I go."
I kept it to thigh level from that point on, especially because The Donkey didn't like it that I was in the water.
She didn't want to stick with the pack. She was too afraid that I was going to die.
She whimpered and cried, swimming out to 'save' me, but it was her I had to be careful of with those undertows.
Papi came back and it was my turn to watch the dogs and allow him his water time.
Kids came to watch us play, so I put the dogs back in the yard because of their limited training. They still jump and some of those kids are tiny.
Papi and I enjoyed the ocean 'alone', even though people watched us from the shore.
We were together.
Nobody else but waves, because if you talk to anyone in our village, they'll tell you it's MUCH too dangerous and nobody ever goes in the water.
We were playing like children, body surfing the crests, and when there was a calm spurt between the pinnacles of surging water, "Quick! Float on your back!!"
We decided we wanted some solitude at the house, so I made a sign out of wood that said in Spanish, "Please, do not bother us, thank you."
It didn't work. Nobody cares. It's not like that in our village, as boundaries are constantly crossed and people just come on in as they please. When the door is locked, children run to our beach gate and yell my name, or just stare until I notice them, manipulating me into talking to them.
I was grateful for the gift of fruit The Carpenter brought by, and he felt bad that he didn't see the sign first. He had called my phone to say he was at our house, then came to the door afterward and apologized upon seeing my wooden appeal.
Then, as Our Favourite came to the gate yelling, I tried to tell him that we wanted alone time. That we would see our friends tomorrow.
It didn't work. He came back 4 times and the 4th time it was the whole family including the Little Angel.
I went to our front door, and lovingly as possible, explained that we have people here every day and we just need a day to ourselves.
We were only asking for one day, but the look on their faces was horrifying and I'll have guilt over it for all my days, as I've never set a boundary like that with anyone here.
In 4 months, we haven't had that time alone at our home, but it still felt horrible to ask for one day to ourselves, and really, we didn't get what we asked for anyway.
I suppose if we want true alone time, it will have to be done away from Casa Paraíso, or we'll just have to go play in the waves.
It was easier back home to be in solitude, but still, we're looking for paradise more and more within ourselves and not in our abode of beauty.
Still, we had our day at the beach.
Both of us were wiped and wasted, but we had a day to be alone. We couldn't really go anywhere to do errands, because we have a spare tire on that should be used sparingly until we get a new one today.
At first, I thought our day off would be spent sleeping. I know that's really what I wanted. You know when I'm eating chocolate at noon, that all I plan on doing is lying around.
But the puppies were being MORE than rambunctious, so we decided to try them out at the beach.
We haven't up until now, because there needed to be some training in place first, and there hasn't been any 'time' to get them out to the water.
The Donkey and Pathetic Puppy don't have all their shots, but we had to do it anyway. They were using us as launching pads to attack one another in what seemed like their version of rock star body surfing in a mosh pit.
The waves looked pretty tame compared to most days. We decided to give them a whirl. I guess it's true that in May the water calms a bit.
What we realized, is only one of us can go in at a time, because the puppies were all over the map.
I thought they were going to run next door to Haiti, so Papi watched out for them to begin with, walking them further down the beach to tire them out.
I went in the water. The sand in front of our home is amazing! No rocks at all! A couple of little dips in the earth that had me losing my already fragile balance, but nothing major.
Out I went allowing every crash of waves to body slam me, occasionally removing my bikini bra.
Arms raised in a vee, I welcomed the power of the water, and giggled with glee every time one would make an attempt to throw me over.
One did. The undertow pulled me down before the wave smashed me into the sand, turning me over a few times.
... just roll with it ...
That was a little scary, as I concurred with the vast ocean, "OK, point taken. That is as far as I go."
I kept it to thigh level from that point on, especially because The Donkey didn't like it that I was in the water.
She didn't want to stick with the pack. She was too afraid that I was going to die.
She whimpered and cried, swimming out to 'save' me, but it was her I had to be careful of with those undertows.
Papi came back and it was my turn to watch the dogs and allow him his water time.
Kids came to watch us play, so I put the dogs back in the yard because of their limited training. They still jump and some of those kids are tiny.
Papi and I enjoyed the ocean 'alone', even though people watched us from the shore.
We were together.
Nobody else but waves, because if you talk to anyone in our village, they'll tell you it's MUCH too dangerous and nobody ever goes in the water.
We were playing like children, body surfing the crests, and when there was a calm spurt between the pinnacles of surging water, "Quick! Float on your back!!"
We decided we wanted some solitude at the house, so I made a sign out of wood that said in Spanish, "Please, do not bother us, thank you."
It didn't work. Nobody cares. It's not like that in our village, as boundaries are constantly crossed and people just come on in as they please. When the door is locked, children run to our beach gate and yell my name, or just stare until I notice them, manipulating me into talking to them.
I was grateful for the gift of fruit The Carpenter brought by, and he felt bad that he didn't see the sign first. He had called my phone to say he was at our house, then came to the door afterward and apologized upon seeing my wooden appeal.
Then, as Our Favourite came to the gate yelling, I tried to tell him that we wanted alone time. That we would see our friends tomorrow.
It didn't work. He came back 4 times and the 4th time it was the whole family including the Little Angel.
I went to our front door, and lovingly as possible, explained that we have people here every day and we just need a day to ourselves.
We were only asking for one day, but the look on their faces was horrifying and I'll have guilt over it for all my days, as I've never set a boundary like that with anyone here.
In 4 months, we haven't had that time alone at our home, but it still felt horrible to ask for one day to ourselves, and really, we didn't get what we asked for anyway.
I suppose if we want true alone time, it will have to be done away from Casa Paraíso, or we'll just have to go play in the waves.
It was easier back home to be in solitude, but still, we're looking for paradise more and more within ourselves and not in our abode of beauty.
Still, we had our day at the beach.
i give up the right to criticize myself
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