a walk along the beach- Puerto Sandino

Walking along the beach I marvel at the solitude I find. I am alone. Literally, one can walk the beach and encounter nary a soul. There are times a small wooden boat with an outboard motor can be seen departing or arriving in front of one of the small homes but those can be counted on one hand. The homes while small are colorful, their ornate facades facing the beach and dually protected by small trees, sparse vegetation, and up turned boats. none of these homes sport the muted colors of many a beach town in the states. As I walk, a line of clothing dries in the sun, dogs bark, the laughter of children floats beyond the trees, and a breeze dances on my skin in the hot Nicaraguan sun.