SEA OF CORTEZ

A day with Ben, Jill, Paul and Jeff on the Sea of Cortez! Noticing the gentle breeze, the sounds of birds, the sound of pelicans crashing into the aqua blue sea for a morsel of crab ----- I considered how blessed, how unspeakably lucky I am to be here with my brother Ben and Jill. Without words to contain my joy, describe my quiet time at the beach - I got up and walked northerly on the Malecon and saw the Alleycat bobbing with Ben happily painting the trim, my heart was la paz (peace) my soul was a sonrisa (smile) just to watch, smell, see, touch this one treasured moment. Around 2pm Ben took us in his truck to check on his FM3, and we picked up a couple of hitch-hiking workers while blazing down highway one towards the famous "Clam Shack" Vista Del Mar (view of the Sea) for lunch. A Dos Equis helped me endure watching Jill swallow wiggling clams as I ate my fileted jumbo shrimp while sitting in playa sillas (beach chairs) watching the fishermen bring in the afternoon menu. Inside a creative casa ~ a fourplex of open doored walls that welcomed the outdoors in. This inviting hacienda, home of Paul and Jeff and their "girls". Two black and white dogs, Tasha with whiskers - a Jack Russell Terrier , and Mancha with her spot - a Fox Terrier.- The girls were exhausted and lounging in every available chair after their day aboard the panga boat. PAUL'S DINNER MENU- skewered tequilla shrimp over the barbie, Indian yellow cauliflower and potatoes, with beef kabobs and peanut sauce! Paul made the greatest guacamole with garlic as Jeff baked a chocolate cake with chocolate icing. Paul's sister Kathy and her husband Bob were there with their bambinos and grand-nina and nino. The veranda was alive with soft toned laughter, music, and great conversation round the wicker chair bedecked fireplace. Jeff gave me a magnifico tour and shared the many ongoing projects for their family plantation. Somehow it reminded me of scenes from "Out of Africa" but this was inside a protection of stone wall and tall, tall taco trees. A scenic delight from any direction - from within you can gaze upon a mosaic SUN inside the blue cooling pool, an enclosed outdoor toilet covered by palm frawns, a round of Aiderondack chairs that circle a bronze fire pit, and into the brilliance of a cocina (kitchen) that compelled you to join in the creation of culinary fascinations. A wonderland much like Gilligans Island improved with lots of color and Hermoso! Aging is valuable as it unfolds the meaning of such satisfied souls coming together with such generosity, humility and humor without envy. Paul and Jeff travel the world and as Jeff confessed they have been able to feed and assist many people. They entertain in Virginia City, Healdsberg, Canada and to my great tesoro - Loreto! Jeff wrinkled his nose and whispered "Will you join us on the cruise out ?" Si Si, Gracias! Wed night my brother Ben captained the Alleycat whilst Paul and Jeff surprised sister Kathy and Bob with a toast of champagne while we fa la la'd to the music as the sun settled down between the mountanyawns! Earlier on Tuesday I baked in the sun at Oasis beach. As a silent witness I fascinated over an elderly senorita undressing a pelican for dinner - children were flying a red baron kite, and I was reading "Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Albom. "Everyone knows they are going to die, but knowbody believes it, if we learn how to anticipate and embrace the eventual, we learn how appreciate the day and live. I don't know what 'spiritual development' really means, but I do know that we are deficient in some way. We are too involved in material things, and they will never satisfy our basic need to be heard, to be known, to be valued for who we are. Notice the change in weather? Is the wind blowing? Am I tuning anybody out? Why wait till you are dying to take notice, you are dying right now, every day - you die a day, so notice nature with childlike wonder, make eye contact and listen to your loved ones, set aside the projects and touch people, share your time and you will be remembered for your kindness, not your stuff."
With my best Spanglish I can sing "The three hour tour, the three hour tour"...and take a siesta and dream about the gentle rocking, the breeze, the aqua swells, the pelicans gliding, dolphins dancing, seals waving, Daisy and Louie, romping ~ the waves ever healing ~ and my bro Benito smiling!