The Ocean Revisited
Returned to the Puerto San Jose beach over the weekend. The drive felt much shorter than previously, and we discovered from a lighter haze how truly beautiful the drive is. When you leave Guatemala City and head south toward Escuintla you pass Volcan Pacaya on your left, and skirt the base of Volcan Agua on your right, which is never less menacing no matter how many times you pass it. Antigua lies near to the other side.
The highway is new and wide and, best of all, downhill. You coast through lush sugar cane farms with low mountains in the distance, and as you near sea level, it looks like the Africa I’ve always imagined. Dry rolling fields of tall grass and scattered African-looking trees flash by, with an occasional water park under a long and lonely construction. It gets hot too, but not unbearably.
The waves were once again pounding the black sands. I couldn’t resist getting out a little too far, and even managed to force the life-guard out of his lazy umbrella chair to toot his whistle at me. Mallory got a toot too. Like father like daughter, like they say.
The highway is new and wide and, best of all, downhill. You coast through lush sugar cane farms with low mountains in the distance, and as you near sea level, it looks like the Africa I’ve always imagined. Dry rolling fields of tall grass and scattered African-looking trees flash by, with an occasional water park under a long and lonely construction. It gets hot too, but not unbearably.
The waves were once again pounding the black sands. I couldn’t resist getting out a little too far, and even managed to force the life-guard out of his lazy umbrella chair to toot his whistle at me. Mallory got a toot too. Like father like daughter, like they say.
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