Back on the Hill... and, of course, A Walk to Town....

It's a quiet day, up here on the hill.  Yeah, Bill & I walked into Coco this morning...  after our boat excursion yesterday we both felt the need to do some walking today.  And, of course, we always see something...

Today, as we were walking along the beach we saw this cord or rope...  all stretched out for a long way along the sand...

Finally saw where it led to...

A HUGE mess of tangled cord...  kind of looked like a heavy weight filament fishing line....  and those guys were trying to untangle it all.   A lot of the yarn I buy is just a hank of yarn... I have to wind it into a ball.  This mess kind of reminded me of my own messes that happen with my yarn sometime.  I really wanted to run up there and help find the end...  to start winding up a loose end...  What is it that's called?  Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?  Well, truth is, I kind of "subscribe" to that to some degree.....

This was another beach observance.....  only we happened on this scene last Sunday...

We're fairly certain that some people were being baptized....

See the 2 folks leading the guy in the middle?  There were some folks waiting out in the water to receive them.  We didn't want to intrude so didn't stay around to see it all....  

The group of people at the ocean's edge were singing.  We were too far off to tell what they sang, but, I couldn't help but start singing "We Shall Gather At the River".......   

Yeah, I know it's the ocean, but...  

Another sight we often see as we walk along this route...

This goose is tethered....  most of the time.....  at some bar along the ocean front.  He gets loose every now and then and we watch his owner herd him back home.   When we lived on our farm, our goose, Buford, would take off up the road every time it rained.  Bill finally solved that problem by building Buford (and his lady friend Lucy.... or Loosey) a small pond.  We lived about 1/3 mile off the County Road, and I could always tell when Bill was on his way home...  Buford would start honking all his goose-bellows about the time Bill's truck turned off the country road onto our township road.  I don't know how Buford knew the sound of Bills truck....  but I think of Buford when I see this guy along the beach.

Sometimes we stop for a fruit smoothie when we're in Coco....  Today I had the "Tropical"...  a blend of mango, papaya, pineapple fruits and orange juice.  Bill has one called "Dulce"...  which means "sweet"...  it's fruits as well, but also has banana and carob and cinnamon...  and I think something like yogurt.  Anyway...  we sit in front of the smoothie shop and watch the people...

We're never disappointed....

One of the more colorful tourists we've seen lately.....

Actually, she was even more impressive from the front...  but I won't go into that ;-)

I don't suppose she'll ever apply for some job that requires "no tattoos.... no ink"....  but if she did, she'd have to wear a complete cover-up to pass.

I got a chuckle out of Judy, the Bird Lady of Bloglands, comment about my last post.  Seems I turned that heron into a thirty foot critter instead of its 30 inches.  Well, heck, I've been known to exaggerate some, but, even my wild imagination has trouble conjuring up a bird that size...  hmmm...  maybe one of those crocodiles.....

We'll be leaving here 4 weeks from today.  I know...  seems like we just got here, but we've met folks who come here for a ONE WEEK vacation!!!!  How the heck do they do it?  

Today, at the grocery, I bought a 4 pack of toilet paper...  yeah, I try to calculate just how much of each thing we'll need for the rest of our stay here.

Don't laugh...

Would you want to run out of TP a day before you leave?

That's All For Today!