We picked two chairs in the shade and settled in. There
would be no swimming. The direction of the wind was sending waves crashing into
shore. If I remember correctly, the last time we were there we had the same
problem. With a new knee that is still healing I didn’t want to take a chance
on not being able to get in and out safely. Others did brave it, laughing when
they spilled into the water and sand.
Something that I’ve never noticed before was a shark watch.
One of the lifeguards spotted something suspicious and that sent another guard out
on a wave runner to check. They warned people to stay out of the water until
they deemed it safe. The wave runner went back and forth in a grid and to my
knowledge didn’t see anything although I think some people were still a little
leery of getting in after that.
Our BBQ was typical cruise beach cuisine: hamburgers, hot
dogs, salads, fruit, ribs, chicken and fish. We ate and headed back to the
ship. We aren’t really beach people. All that sand and sun, you know.
Our day would continue with more information about Cuba. I
would learn more history in these next few days than I remember assimilating in high
school or even college—especially since I didn’t like the courses I took. There
is something about traveling and putting together places you see with events
from history that sheds a whole new understanding of it.
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