The flight was delayed - of course, but we (Marta and I) got here. The airport was more my stile, not a sience fiction ghost image, but simple, small, primitive and very real.
Gita and the taxi have been waiting for hours, but happy to see us. The humitity was hard to take at first, but left me with a promise to start loving it soon.
Gita invited me to go swimming in the Gulf (same Gulf - imagine that!)at 12 midnight. Well, twist my arm.................
I was almost in tears: The water, the sounds, the sand the huts - all perfect and nothing else.
Breakfast in a little organic restaurant with the best food EVER - the good earth in cheap (you wouldn't think there is such a thing...........)I treated Marta - a huge meal for both of us - organic- for all of $8. I think I wanna stay here and bring all my friends..........
