We’ve gotten into the habit of drinking our morning coffee on the beach every Saturday and Sunday morning. I like it. It reminds me of when we lived in Venice and I’d take my morning coffee on the boardwalk.
(Simko – Yes, I’m drinking coffee. My liver is fine, so back off Folgers boy!)
I have an announcement to make. I hate littering! There is a significant trash problem on the beaches here in Peru. In our town of Huanchaco they keep them pretty clean, but a couple hundred yards out of town the beach is covered in garbage, mostly plastic. This trash is coming in from the Ocean. Hummm, I see a future post coming on this.
As always, Stevie does her part to help. She has the kids at the community school picking up trash on the beach once a week in an effort to try and change the culture of littering.
She is also super diligent about picking up after Kiki. Now, understand that picking up trash is a foreign concept in Latin America. But picking up DOG SHIT is completely and utterly alien! The looks we get when we walk over to Kiki’s shit with a blue bag and proceed to scoop it up off the ground are hilarious. The locals must truly think that the gringos who live on Las Palmeras street are crazy.
And if picking up dog shit doesn’t make them think we’re crazy, then surely my sense of humor does. Below our little neighborhood girl gives me the stink eye after I asked her if I can ride her new bike. I guess the look says it all.
“Are you crazy gringo? Get lost!”