Reading about winter in Canada makes me a little hesitant to say this, but conditions could not be any more perfect here in Goa. Temps never get much higher than 30 (so far) which is perfect at the beach, and evenings are cool, so cool that I’ve not used the fan once since my arrival, and I usually need a blanket for comfort.
I’ve settled into a comfortable daily routine, beginning with breakfast with my dog. He is only my dog when I have food, otherwise he is off doing dog stuff…chasing cows, harassing cats, fighting, licking himself, etc. We have worked it out so that he now gets one toast and I am left to eat the other one and the eggs guilt-free. He still gives me The Look, but I’m standing firm. We’ve had several conversations about why he can’t have grapes but I just don’t think he gets it.
I usually take a walk after breakkie to say good morning to the vendors who line the path to the beach. Unlike the women on the beach, the entrepreneurs here are not pushy and will take no for an answer. They just never miss an opportunity to invite you in to “just look, no buy”. I have difficulty with that concept so I try to stay away. And if I do buy something and it is visible to the others, I seem to spend the rest of my day explaining where I got it and what I paid for it. So I’ve started lying…it’s just easier.
Afternoons are spent mostly on the beach, in and out of the water. The ocean hasn’t warmed up to the point where it isn’t refreshing yet, probably due to the cool nights. This Canuck is soooo grateful for that. What I am not grateful for…sand flies. I am covered in bites and for the first few days I blamed mosquitoes. Turns out that the north end of the beach has sand flies…
I had dinner a few nights ago at a place down the beach called Cuba. Next door to Cuba there was live entertainment. Well, sort of live…he actually sounded like he was dying a few times. And I must admit I was hoping at one point that one of us would..
My henna tattoo has darkened from orange to a pretty rust colour, just as she said it would. It is giving me ideas about getting another, permanent one… The trouble is, even when I put years of thinking into the design, I still get it wrong. With a permanent Buddha on my leg, I cannot visit Sri Lanka for fear of being deported for disrespect, something I did not foresee…
After a bit of searching, I have found a yoga class. It is close to my hut, has a morning Hatha class that does not start at the crack of dawn, and the instructor is good. I attended my first class this morning and pulled a muscle in my thigh. It sucks getting older and having a brain that thinks otherwise. This too is impermanent…
Your dog looks like Tacha . Sounds like a wonderful relaxing time Sue, I get relaxed just reading it, and also Leonard is singing Dance me to the end of Love.
Sounds wonderful. Could use a few days like that. Minus the sand flies, of course. Enjoy from sunrise to sunset.