The entire ranch has migrated to a little beach town on the Pacific coast in order to swarm the local bar and watch what is known as the Super Bowl. More of an excuse to “get out” and consume some delicious cool beers while watching the tide come in, Super Bowl weekend is a tradition at the ranch. The night before we left, there was a lengthy PowerPoint presentation (yeah, not kidding) regarding the rules and regulations of American football. We don’t want any of our Brits and Italians among us to be lost on the big day. We rented four cabinas on the beach in Esterillos, a sleepy strip of oceanfront cottages, bungalows and vacation homes. The beach here is beautiful; the tiered surf breaks in long continuous stretches, reaching out from end to end as far as the eye can see. The beach is immaculately flat; the water is ridiculously warm, yet still retains a refreshing quality; the sand is clean, soft and free from foot-poking objects, aside from a lovely stray shell or two. Did I mention the breeze? Ah yes, a delightful breeze is gently rocking the hammock I am nuzzled into at this very moment. The morning light is filtering in through the lush palms, the sound of the waves crashing...okay, yeah yeah yeah, so you get the point. I have totally hit paydirt in the vacation department. Heck yes!
Tonight is the big game and surely the debauchery will commence. For now though, it is a zen-like combination of beach and pool, pool and beach, beer and pizza, pizza and milkshakes, then back to pool and beach. Ah yes. Mmmm hmmm. Life is goooood.
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