At this time of year, many people who live in the colder regions are getting tired of winter and wishing for a break from the harsh weather. The television bombards us with ads for warm-weather holidays. I had decided to stay home this winter and not bother with escaping to go south, but after weeks of grayness and cold temperatures, I felt my resolve weakening.
I wouldn’t give in to it though. Instead, I’ve been digging through my photos to reminisce and relive some warm holiday times. Maybe that will be enough for me. Time will tell.
While crazy Canadians jump into icy waters on New Year’s Day for the annual Polar Bear Swim, I found a photo of myself going for a January swim too, but much farther south. Here I’m enjoying the comfortably warm waters near Tenacatita on Mexico’s west coast. My biggest worry is that creature floating nearby. Too small to be a shark, and it’s not attacking me, but where is its mother? But I think it was only a harmless piece of seaweed.
Near the bottom I saw a fish who wasn’t very afraid of me. I studied him and although I couldn’t place it, I had the feeling it was the face of someone I’d met before. Doesn’t he look almost human?
After so much fun snorkeling and having survived all my imagined shark attacks, we left this rather rocky beach in Tenacatita. It was a bit late in the day so we decided to come back another time to enjoy the sandy beach that was just around the corner. A short ride on the chicken bus took us from Melaque to the lovely sandy beach of La Manzanilla (not to be confused with Manzanillo).
Here we walked along the sidewalk, following other tourists to stare at whatever they were staring at. Do you see it there in the water?
The first photo really doesn’t do it justice, so we went a bit farther where, just around the corner, the “safety” fence disappeared and anyone foolish enough to go close could take any photos they dared to capture.
This was all very interesting as we wandered by the caiman lagoons to the gorgeous, sandy beach.
Then someone had to spoil it all by informing me that the caiman don’t always stay in the lagoons. It’s only a hundred yards or so to the salt water and they do spend time there once in a while, especially if they know that there’s a Canadian delicacy splashing around, waiting to be eaten.
And I wondered why I had even given sharks a second thought yesterday when I was snorkeling a stone’s throw away from these lizard guys. For sure, ignorance is bliss.