On the Thursday afternoon of my week in San Juan Del Sur a group from my Spanish school went to the beach. Playa Remanso is down a dirt road through thick green terrain containing scattered homes—some of them little more than shacks. We passed the turn-off to a new development called “Congo Hills” to which I had hoped to pay a visit, but for a variety of reasons (including torrential rain) that didn’t happen on this trip. I understand that plans are in the works for this road to be paved in the near future, which will undoubtedly make Congo Hills and other new home developments in the area a more attractive proposition, but of course, then also more expensive for those Nicaraguans or expats inclined to purchase.
At one point we slowed to allow a pig to join its companion on the other side of the road, and at another to permit a hen and her chicks to head up a steep bank. Finally, we parked close to a couple of shacks selling drinks and food and, determining that the beach was both too hot and too pebbly to be a great place to lie on for an afternoon, we sought the shelter of one of the shacks, ordered some smoothies and watched the surfers.
One member of the group had brought a surf board and took off into the water fairly quickly while we watched and sipped. Later, the rest of us braved the waves and enjoyed the cool, very salty water. My Spanish teacher was the only one to accompany us on this outing, and I enjoyed practicing my Spanish conversing with her. It was a delightful, if unremarkable, afternoon and a reminder to me of how much I love the beach, the ocean and the smell of places like this. The fact that I have only two photographs from this afternoon are indicative of how truly lazy and unwound I felt hanging out at the beach and dodging the waves in the ocean!