Our next to last day in Terrenas. Then we head to Santo
Domingo for our last two days before heading home.
Today is the first day that it hasn’t been beautifully sunny. It didn’t seem like it ever rained here. No
one out on the beach today. I feel bad for people who are only here for a few
days. Just hope that it’s sunny tomorrow, which is our last day and also my
birthday.
If this keeps up we may have to have dinner inside tonight
rather than directly on the beach. I
have had some kind of seafood every night – shrimp, grilled whole fish,
conch,etc. With different sauces and preparations.
Our days are all very similar : breakfast on our outside
living room, a couple of hours or more on the beach, back to the house for
lunch, read a bit more, back to the beach… shower, ( usually outdoors in the garden) more
reading and/or writing, then strolling down the beach to choose our restaurant
of the evening. There are about a dozen just to the right of us, back to back,
and a few others in the other direction.
Loring usually does two long swims a day. I play in the
gentle waves for about the same amount of time, listening to music on my underwater
mp3 player as I do in the Y pool at home.
Except for today.
I have to say this may have been the best ocean water I have
ever been in. And we have been to many beaches in many places over the
years. These waves are gentle and the rhythm
is lulling. The bottom is sandy and descends gradually.
The beach itself is beautiful too. I used to value a beach
partly by how secluded it was. Now that doesn’t
seem to matter, as long as it isn’t terribly crowded. I like to watch the
people strolling by, most of whom, if they aren’t Spanish speaking and
assumedlly from here, are French. Same
thing on the streets. The kids are so much fun to watch. They are all so happy,
gleeful reallly, in the water. Some are with their parents, others are in
little groups and I assume they are local. How nice to live someplace where you
can walk to the beach. I guess that is what I am doing too, but only on a very
limited basis.
Did I say that there are days when I haven’t been out in the
town at all, just on the beach and in our living room/garden. So no shoes,
either. One night after dinner the waiter came after me as we were leaving,
saying don’t forget your shoes. I told him I didn’t have any!
There is a real mix of shops outside our door. Some are
tourist shops with crafts, beach clothing etc. and others more for locals, like
bodega type mini markets. There are a fair # of real estate offices, and we
have been quite surprised at the prices, which are quite high. And they are
mostly condos or rentals in developments or communities. I haven’t seen anything
that is right on the beach like ours, except for developments that say
beachfront, but that means the property is on the beach, but not the actual
accomodations.
I have been good (so far) and have not purchased any crafts.
There are some nice things, mostly wood, some metail, and a few stalls with paintings. But
the paintings seem like poor imitations of the more well known Haitian
paintings.
The thing that has caught my attention, though, is the
gemstone larimar. It’s native just to
the DR, and to a particular area, on the opposite side of the country from
where we are. Many stores are filled with jewelry made of larimar. But I prefer
the uncut raw stones, and plan to purchase one or several to use in mosaics or
mixed media pieces, perhaps with beach glass from Puerto Rico.
I read that someone discovered a mine with the stone in the
early 20th century, but it was seemingly forgotten and then
rediscovered in the late 20th. The name comes from daughter of the
man who discovered it, combined with mar, which is ocean in Spanish. It is a sea blue sea colored mineral, much of
it veined with white striations. Its color has somewhat of a similarity to turquoise, but
wouldn’t be mistaken for it .
I wonder if this is really the only place that it exists. Maybe there are others that haven’t been
discovered yet. In any case, should make a good souvenir.
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