On Wednesday we went to a little hidden beach a short way (even by non-Colombian standards!) away from Santa Marta. We drove this short way through mountains of desert.
This is something else that I’ll highlight here. In Colombia, you encounter abject poverty in many places, until you turn a corner and are surrounded by manufactured affluent areas that boast every Western amenity you could want.
We made it to our destination and were faced with a beautiful beach that reminded me more of a salty lake than an ocean. As you know from before (Lake Prado), I love lakes, and this was no exception.
We landed at a sandy town, where we had to load onto boats that took us to a hidden cove.
Ben and I had fun playing with these boats. “But where has all the rum gone?!”
I always happen to get pictures of Flynn looking like an undaunted adventurer.
It ain’t easy, bein’ green.
It was sweltering, though, so we took our sun protection to a whole new level.
He cracks me up.
Off we go!
Say hello to our small beach.
Say a warm welcome to Kristina’s Kindle! Today we were reading Joyce Dalsheim’s Producing Spoilers.
We had the option to kayak, to banana boat, to innertube, or just to hang out. Since I have all of those options at my grandparent’s lakehouse, I opted to watch others enjoy.
After a full day, we headed home with the sunset.
On our drive home, I documented more of the developing areas. This photo is important because we were stopped, on our bus, in this position, at a red light. If a train had come we would have been so dead. But no train came, and I am alive and well!
After we reached home we watched the sunset from Santa Marta’s main beach, a block away from our apartment.
So beautiful. There’s something about the constant purr of the ocean and the spray of the salt air that fosters such moments of intellect and inner peace. Definitely one of my favorite places to go, at night when the sun isn’t a danger and the horizon whispers softly to you everything that lies beyond.