We like the beach on Easter Sunday. We like the hour and a half drive to the Sea of Cortez, past planted fields of tomatoes and chamomile, through small towns whose churches are packed with people and roadside stalls filled with bags of oranges and potatoes. A lot of other people like the beach, too.
The south beaches of Huatabampito, by Sunday mid morning, are easy and slow, with lazy waves, and a few people hanging on, catching the sun rays, playing cards on rickety old tables.
We can walk for miles, collect shells and study the brilliant blue jelly fish, and see only a handful of people on a beach that just hours earlier was packed with Rv's and temporary tarp and cardboard houses. These are people who have been here all week and realize that it's time to get back to the real world. We have been on the south beach before on a Saturday and decided we only need to be there on Sunday.
The north beach, at noon, is still jam packed with crowds of people.These are the families who have waited since last Semana Santa, to get to the playa for one day and who will not give up a piece of that beautiful trip until the last sun ray has settled beneath the horizon. These are the families who will drive out of the beach as late as midnight, which is one reason we get to the beach around ten in the morning and leave around three pm.
We also like the north beach, where it can be difficult to walk without joining a volleyball or soccer beach game, where it is actually possible to run into a family of Alamensens and where you can eat non stop from one end to the other.
In the photo below Senor is heading right into the crowd that will stretch for miles and miles.
Hope you had a great fin de semana!