Lulled

Well I randomly checked the Rochester weather the other day (first time since I left!) and I saw it was 4 degrees (but it was reported to FEEL like -17 below.) That about gave me a near panic attack even from even 4,000 miles away and I have to admit I did feel like air lifting some folks out of there and bringing you all here with us! Also It reminded me why I have to leave that place and makes me wonder how long will I last there.

Although even before checking on the winter reality of NY I have continously grateful for this bright, colorful beachy scene we have landed upon. The Canadian expat who owns the very reasonably priced (cleanest yet!) hotel we are staying at asked us the first night how many days we would be here in this coastal paradise. We told him we we were only planning on staying a night and he chuckled and said "everyone says that but you will stay at least 2 nights maybe longer, I have a couple of Aussie girls that came for a night and they are here 3 weeks later, I came for a short visit and I am here 17 years later!"

It is amazing how this place has pulled us in and we are becoming like other travelers, now we are like barnacles on the pacific coast of Mexico. So we did extend another night, and then 2 nights some how has become five. Maybe the owner cast a spell on us or maybe it is the magic of the ocean! It is the most powerful place on the ocean I have been. The waves, even in this off season (I hear summer is more intense for waves!) are huge pounding and crashing walls of water. Yet most of the time when they crash on me it feels more like I am being blended with all the fruit of mexico to make one of those yummy smoothies we drink daily. The water is so soft and creamy when I emerge from the strong dunking I feel relaxed and not anxious. We came out of the internet cafe the other night and I momentarily forgot where I was and said "wow, it sounds like a storm is rolling in, that thunder is intense!" Uh, That would be the ocean. That is the sound that lulls us to sleep and wakes us up and mezmermizes us for hours along her shores during the days.

This is know in surfer lingo as the "Mexican Pipeline." The big time surfers come from all over the world and ride these Glass wall waves. We have been body surfing and rented a boogie board and have spent lots of time in the water. The days are so hot and the water is refreshing. Its not cold and hard to swim in like the califronia pacific. We also get out when the lifegaurd comes whisteling. Although we have had our share of intense waves.

I couldn't sleep in this morning and ended up walking the length of the beach towards the huge bolders that separate this beach from others. It was a world I am not normally part of. Morning culture. Couple joggers, early morning stollers, and the first wave of surfers. Sunrise and sunset seem to bring the most intense waves so with it the surfers. The mini tsunami waves leave our mouths gapeing as we watch the surfers survive it and often skillfully navigate the pipe.

I was walking as the sun was just beginning to emerge over the palm trees and thatched buildings, the temperature was already warm and the waves were fierce and the breezy air scented and lush. I thought I ought to drop to my knees in the sand, naked allowing the cleanisng waves to wash me and raise my hands to the sun in gratitude. I didnt. Over and over in my thoughts I DID, I am a shameless hippy pagan flake. I know, I know.

Walking back some time later I noticed all the people transfixed sitting on the banks watching the surfers. Those surfers who had been mostly alone at there ocean alter genuflecting before the waves had somehow become the highpriests/priestesses of the morning. All eyes were on them as they navigated the water gods and held a ritual that kept the congregation silent and reverent. Cameras as big as the ones national geographic must use, also lined the shores to capture the incredible work of those that know the ocean spirits the best.

My gate is so slow here, I am so relaxed, we have no phone (sorry no calls in mexico! its way too expensive! email us!) no tv, few cars travel here. I love sharing my space with this tantalizing water it is about two thirds of our environment here and it does something to me. When I returned from my walk zarha said "you look different!"
i know what she means, I feel different. We all do. I am also grateful we share this love of this space. When a transformation can be felt on this level after only a few days, you know this place holds special powers. Although I try to explain what it is, I really dont know.

Love D