For some reason you’ll never guess, ha, I couldn’t stand to stay another day in Canoa. I whizzed out of that beach resort and bused to Crucita south of San Vicente right on the coast.
Women processed fish right on the beach of this fishing village where seagulls squawked into the late afternoon. I’ve always found seagulls savage birds – out for themselves, but their cry leaves something to be desired – a sad lament as if the creatures are asking themselves, I can’t help being a greedy, unsharing bird.
My daughter arrived in the night – the wonders of technology. She tried calling out and banging on the hotel door but to no avail, so stayed in the place next to mine. I moved into her building seeing it was slightly cheaper and actually nicer than where I was and we relaxed in the beach resort, eating seafood with an ocean view.