Signing In

*    There are all kinds of beaches. I grew up by the Pacific ocean in San Diego. The waves arrive in series there, sometimes 12 feet tall, crashing and fuming. If you don’t surf, then all you can do is immerse yourself in them and hope you come out the other side. That’s a life lesson I took away from the Southern Californian coast.
     The playas along the west coast of Mexico, by contrast, are sweet and serene, (notwithstanding the occasional hurricane). One wave at a time, washing in without hurry or fanfare, no taller than three feet, and foamy soft warm water. After four days of soaking up the constant sound of the “true Pacific,” I finally found myself relaxing. And that’s my new life lesson, a gift from the Mexican playa, warm and soft as its people. .

Cindy Paul