The entrance to the beach house in Punta Chame is a rocky road of 30 minutes. But once you reach the house its a whole different story. At first I see garlands placed neatly along the gate and to the beach house. Then a big ranch with just white chairs and a table. Its a very quiet place giving me time to ponder what to do.
I lay prostrate on the grass leaving all thoughts behind. Until I hear a "crack" on my back. I quickly stand up and realize that the area is filled with small spikes in a shape like a ball and they stick to you. I start to pluck off every single spike that was on my shoulder, arm. leg, nose, ear and elbow. I needed to act fast but I was filled with consternation at the sight of red marching ants on my shoulder. I took my shirt off and made a run for it. After my impetuous decision I ran straight towards the ocean.
I launched my body head-first toward the water making a splash of salty, bubbly water at the impact. It was gratifying to hear my sigh of relief. The cold water is delectable when I sat on the soft sand. I stared at all my bites I had in my shoulder and thought, wheres my shirt? I slowly lay down and sighed. And this is only the beginning of the day.
"Juan Diego where were you, you scared me! Get up here right now" Mom shouted.
"Uh-oh."
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