Cuastecomate, summer
July 13, 2010
I’ve been a month now on the coast, a tiny village called Cuastecoma. I am so close to the ocean that the waves lap the steps of this house at high tide. We are at the mouth of a long, narrow bay with steep hills on either side. It is beautiful to go up on the roof at sunset and just gaze out at the ocean. And I love swimming in the warm ocean.
The house is sparsely furnished, with bare cement floors. At night, the large, cavernous house is dim, as there are only two or three bare electric lights that dangle from the ceiling. But there is the wonderful sound of waves. When the sky is clear, the stars are bright. And when the moon is full, it illumines the entire house, with one side entirely open, shielded only by a screen and iron bars from the elements.
