Saturday, August 23, 2014

Camped in Shaded Huts, The Beach Chair Is Never Without A Patron..



A typical tropical paradise in Camaguey, Cuba in the Caribbean leaves a distinct impression on this writer. Green crystal clear waters, tangy salted air and a taste for freedom is evident in the very rush of the waters that wafts the beach, the waves clearly playful in a disarray of movements. On a clear day, you see the mirage of the beauty from afar and revel in its magnificence.

Summer in the sun is welcomed with much delight by the beach lovers and holiday makers on this island paradise. The sun sweltering in its heat combined with the fronds of the ever present coconut trees displaying tresses of shadows makes it a sight to behold. I love the sea and all its trappings. Camped in shaded huts, the beach chair is never without a patron. 

Quenching my thirst with a mohito, I sit watching the sun tanned holiday makers making a beeline for the sea waters. Beautiful sculptured bodies glistening with suntan lotion greet the warm seas. Swimming, gliding they seem to forget the time in their enjoyment of a holiday perhaps well-deserved. The Santa Lucia seaside is a favorite among the many foreigners who come to spend their summer frolicking in the sun. Apart from the locals, it caters to many foreigners mainly from the neighbouring  Canada, Spain and even Italy.

The locals are gorgeous in their outlook. Beautiful faces with bodies to match, their smiles are contagious and their demeanor friendly. The main language being Spanish, I had my conversations in bit and pieces of smattering English for which I would get a barrage of Spanish in return. It was fun communicating with them as we would end up in laughter afterwards at our clumsy communication skills.

I sat through the sweltering heat and watched the sun die to a beautiful sunset. The beauty that captured me inexplicable, I wondered if God ever sat and watched his creation from time to time.
The dusk welcomed and the air cooler, I watched another group of revelers walking the beach. Hand in hand they walk and would they perchance have made a wish when the first crop of stars appear in the sky. They say if you count forty stars and make a wish, it will come true! What would they have wished for...each other? or just like me for another chance to see the sunset on a glorious seaside such as this sometime in the near future.

Sunsets are made for lovers of beauty for when they collide with peaceful waters, they submerge a deep intoxication in the eye of the beholder of which there is no comparison.
I love watching the sunset and this opportunity of seeing one so far away from home with the settings of paradise fills me with humility. It is set in the distance of another world, another culture and speaks so eloquently of converging with people of diverse cultures and places. It is so extraordinary and a pleasure that no money can buy. Live is certainly to be lived!

-shobana-
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