Sah-Hey y Yo

Sah-hey (as Sage's name is pronounced in Spanish) is leaving today.  We had a great few days together, filled with yoga, beaches, walks, sunsets, and a hilarious Zumba-type work-out class (the students were the two of us, and a gray-haired bigggg dude with no rhythm).  Our friend Maria invited us to her house on Sunday, a little oasis in the middle of nowhere on a secluded beach.  We spent the day and evening lounging, talking, eating, napping, and releasing baby turtles into the ocean.

This week is Semana Santa, and the town is filled to over-flowing with families on spring break.  This is Sage waiting in a huge @ss line at the Super Che (or as Sage calls it, Mexican Costco).

I got home from Spanish class on Monday and found a dude up in the top of one of the palm trees in our yard.  He had shimmied to the top with just a rope to cut down the coconuts so they wouldn't fall on our head (problems in paradise).  Look close and you can see him in the tree.

It was so good to have Sage here - so needed.  Now I'm perfectly positioned to enjoy my next few days off doing yoga, surfing, walking, journaling, reading, and resting in the spirit of solitude.