I hope it is not the last time I live on a beach as I am infatuated with waking up and falling asleep to the sound of waves and the breeze through the palm trees. What was life like before I could jump in the ocean anytime of the day from my front step and there was sand absolutely everywhere?
|Looking towards the house from the beach (ours is on the right)|
|View to the right|
|View to the left|
As a new home dweller, accomplishments include procuring a fridge through blackmarket deals, fixing my water pressure, and buying the first batch of electricity that powers the house. Besides getting used to certain eccentricities of the house, I also have to adapt to living with our guards, Nordi and Maximino. These are the two men who are technically the "guards" of the house but help out with the house and general life functioning and help with cleaning, handwashing clothing, deciphering water bills, helping me practice Portuguese and explaining the various things people are picking off the beach. It is lovely getting to know them and the rest of the community on the beach.
For the next six months, I will ignore the cold showers, power outages and the fact that the house looks like a strong wind might blow it in. Instead, I will relish that I live in a house with no actual walls and instead of people coming door to door looking for charitable donations, I have entrepreneurs stopping by and selling everything from jewellery to fresh produce to beer to chocolate bars to bags of lobster and whole marlin.
I am beginning to worry that the transition back into Canadian life will be difficult as I will not be able to walk barefoot to beach restaurants or eat dinner on a mat in the sand. But just because I live in a postcard does not mean that it always feels like paradise or that every day feels like a vacation. But it is a reminder of how beautiful the world can be and our door is always open for visitors!
|Low tide on a full moon - jackpot for collecting some ocean creature|
|Learning about potentially fatal spiders is probably better done in English. |
I still have no idea what Nordi said to me.
|Our neighbour can stay on his side of the fence|
|From the backyard - our Flinstone side of the house|
|Nordi keeping watch in the grass hut in the backyard|
|View from the backyard|
|View towards Sarah and Natalia's house|
|The backyard and work area|
|Breakfast spot and outdoor shower|
|Why I eat, drink and sleep sand|
|My pride and joy|
|Our entertaining area|
|View from the dining room and our lovely kitchen|
|Our two bedroom doors|
|View from the kitchen-our walls are screens|
|My cooking bowl from Guludo holds baby bananas|
|View from my bedroom window|
|Who needs a closet when you have a handmade basket?|
|View from the bathroom|
|Still not used to the mosquito net|
|My ensuite bathroom|
|After the exploding lightbulb in the shower |
in a random power surge, I now shower by candlelight (held up by, of course, sand)
|The front yard|
|From the bamboo fence|
|View from the handwoven patio chair|
|At night with our two palm trees|