Once safely down and on land, we took a publico to our guest house. It was at the end of a stretch of road along the waterfront. I watched the waves gently rocking the many small sailboats close in to a short pier, which was just entering the early stages of decrepitude. Further out there were some larger boats, maybe 60 or 80 foot sailboats, yachts, I guess.
About 500 yards out there was an island, just a plain little clump of green rising like a camels hump from the water, ringed by dark rocks at the shoreline.
On the right the road was lined with little touristy restaurants and shops, on the left a concrete seawalk stood about twenty feet over the beach, which was narrow but inviting in spots, while some parts were rocky or a little bit overly littered with seaweed, palm fronds and other debris.
The guesthouse was kinda perfect, at least, when there was any water.
Rey quickly got his beach bum hairdo in perfect form.
The courtyard was very nice, with the ubiquitous molded plastic chairs and tables, and a nice cool tile floor. There were some faucets for rinsing sandy feet and bodies, one of which came in very handy later. You can see a little
of how quaint it was in this series where Rey was carrying a towel or something for parental inspection.
After arriving, our next stop was the beach, which, aside from meals, sleep and wedding obligations, is where we were.
It was a time of nice touching moments:
Here, Alex begins training Nick to throw gang signs at the locals
This is one of the beautiful beaches on Vieques. It's called Media Luna. Please pretend I took the time to photoshop out the line running across the top left of the photo. I'm pretending I took it out because I care.
Time for a swim!
But first, we had to get some sunblock on Rey. He hated it and had to be chased down every time.
Here Carolyn, armed with a handful of the hated lotion, chases him down as he bolts for the safety of the water.
And applies the vile cream to the protesting victim.
Nick was pretty happy building sand castles.
Rey spent allot of time burying his new spiderman doll in the sand, he basically took it with him everywhere the entire trip. I am amazed that we didn't lose it. That was a major accomplishment, and no bones about it. It has magnetic feet, and every last iron filing in the sand on every beach stuck to spiderman's feet.
More to come soon!
great pictures.. and looks like lots of fun and sand and sand and water. just as i remember it.i even recognized media luna and carolyn and rey.the cutest.but what was that a fishing line?
Posted by: mom aka grandma suzy at June 27, 2005 03:53 PM