Just when you thought it was safe to walk on the beach

My dating profile used to say that I liked long walks on the beach. However, none of them ever ended up at the doctor…

The beach in Cayo Coco is BOMB and unlike any other I have visited. While I’ve seen my share of white sand beaches, clear blue water and few waves, this beach was next level. You can walk out over a 100 meters and still not even get your hair wet. (It may have reached the tips of my earlobes, but any normal sized person would still have a full head above water)

You can walk out into the water for what seems like forever. While it eventually gets deeper, you can see patches of white shining like oases in the ocean. They are like little mini islands, where the water is ankle to knee deep, practically in the middle of the ocean far away from shore.

For today’s adventure, I decide randomly that I want to walk to here:

No matter what time of day it is, for some reason, the sun is always shining at that point. We must go.

Rather than take the beach, we decide to take a route through the water, about 50 meters out from shore. When the sun comes out, it’s like a secret decoder ring, revealing all the shallow oases that we can use to reach The Point so Gaston wouldn’t have to swim. It was kind of like playing Frogger and “The Ocean is Lava” at the same time.

I think your depth perception changes when you are on vacation and it is a lot farther than we thought. It takes us about an hour to reach our island, and now the tide is starting to come in. We celebrate quickly, collect some shells, take some pics and decide on our return route.

Gaston decides to take the longer, but safer beach route, and I brave the ocean path back. The oases are slowly being buried and are being replaced by dark patches of deep blue. I fear being swept into the great blue beyond. Gaston is getting smaller and smaller in the distance.

Eventually we both make it back to safety, albeit in serious need of hydration. Over a dinner of shellfish, chicken and innumerable pastries, we are discussing what an amazingly perfect day it was.

And then… this happened:

What the hell, you ask? Why yes, that is Gaston getting a shot of something in the ass.

Apparently, when Mr. Tender Tootsies was walking on the uneven sand, he aggravated some tendons or something in his ankle, that only pained him when he stopped to relax. So here we are, in the nurses office, me loosely translating in Spanish what happened, and the nurse loosely explaining what he’s going to do to Gaston. In theory, the shot is an ‘inter muscular’ something, that will apparently ease the pain until we can meet with the doctor in the morning.

At least that’s what I think he said.