On Monday evening we had drinks on the deck, putting a dent in the Johnny Walker Red purchased at the bar in Ixtapa. Rather than go out to dinner, we had a couple of granola bars and a small bag of chips from the minibar.
The sunset was glorious once again and several boats in the bay seemed to pause directly in front of the sun, looking as though they were going to drop into the sea in the last, magic moments of daylight. Instead, they continued north, toward Ixtapa or Zihuatanejo. The first "star" in the sky was Venus, I think,bright and beautiful shining solo until darkness fell, revealing the constellations. Bob saw a shooting star -- his first ever.
Somewhere a campfire burned. The tide seemed very high, with waves crashing on the rocks on either side of the bay. The ocean sounds filled the night and now, as dawn approaches, light from the half-moon is reflected in the waves as they crest. The concrete deck is still warm from yesterday but the morning air is a little chilly.
I hear a few early rising birds welcoming another golden day.
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