On our last evening in Mayaro, hubby wanted to walk along the beach.
Actually, I think he wanted to see what Tin was up to. Tin and his cousin had asked if we could leave later. They had picked up a friend during the pick-up soccer games on the beach, and he had spread the news that he found a new friend – one from overseas! – and so a ‘lime’ on the beach was planned. ‘Lime’ is their slang for just hanging out. ‘We just liming’, they say.
It was a nice evening, and with the sun setting and the gentle sea breezes, we walked first down one side of the beach and then back up and past where we started. There was no colourful sunset that night. We were on the wrong side of the island. We would have to drive down to the tip and around and up to the west.
The waves were quiet. The patches of sunlight would warm us as we walked, and the breeze would cool us down.
Off in the distance, we saw a fishing boat coming in with the day’s catch. We went to see what the catch of the day was. The vultures were ready as well – even the one-legged one!
Others were ready as well, planning out their dinner, haggling with the fishermen for the price. We may have thought about fresh fish for dinner as well, but nobody really felt like cleaning the fish. We were also not prepared for any major cooking, and the kitchen unit we were staying in only had the basic utensils, and we had to be heading back to the city.
We rounded up the boys to head back in and wash off the sand. We were all packed and ready, and we didn’t want to be driving in the dark too long.
I don’t think I was ready to drive back either … but all good things come to an end …
And so we left Mayaro with good memories, and will surely be back again.