5th Jul 2012
Paracas: Placeres simples!!
Ahhhhhhh! Nothing like waking up naturally and relaxed. I was stretched out on the second most comfortable bed in the world. Since it was before noon the only thing lacking here was a steady stream of sunshine coming through the window due to the fog. Sounds of the birds singing was the only thing penetrating through las ventanas. I was happy to wake up warm including all my extremities. There had been way too many cold nights that required 2-5 blankets in order to prevent frostbite on my toesies. Simple pleasures!!
I went out to my balcony to greet the day and to salute the sun, er fog. Once I had been chilling in savasana for a bit, the bell rang. Perfect timing! Breakfast arrived right on cue. Time for chillasana as I stared off into the distance and leisurely ate my breakfast on my balcony. Staying at this resort was a nice change of pace but I was glad I opted to stay one night instead of two. It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy. For me, I prefer a bite of a rich dessert rather than glutting on a large portion and getting sick. Generally, it is the first taste that packs the biggest punch.
For me, less is more. I don’t need a lot of “things” to make me happy. I’d rather be poor in material possessions and rich in experiences and friendships. Traveling with just a backpack is liberating. At times, I still feel like I am packing too much. I do believe I deserve the finer things in life, but my definition of the finer things in life differs from most people’s and generally cannot be found in glossy brochures or magazines.
To indulge in another simple pleasure this morning, I strapped on my Vibrams and turned on my iPod (Doh! I guess those can be seen in glossy mags). DJ Icey was going to pump me up on this run. This is how I Run my Run. As I ran along the water, the pelicans and sea gulls were dive-bombing into the bay for their breakfast. They were like, “Word” “This is how we Fish our Fish!”
I returned to Hotel Paracas pumping with endorphins and the sun was just starting to radiate through the clouds. Next pleasure to be indulged: pool time. Wahoo! CANNON BALL!! Well, actually, needing to display proper resort etiquette, I took a graceful plunge. Then, I lounged. Flipped. Lounged. Pondered. Plunged. Yes, I could only do this for an hour.
Even though I had requested a late check-out, I went back to my room to pack and shower. Most of the hostels do not supply you with toiletries, with most of mine running on empty, I clean house. Even all of the q-tips were coming with me. I pondered taking the roll of toilet paper but I knew Hotel Curasi in Huacacina was good for it. This activity reminded me of when me and my PASt slept at his dad’s room in the Marriot in Bangkok midway into our 8-month trip. The next morning we took ALL the amenities that were not nailed down INCLUDING 4 rolls of toilet paper, a box of Kleenex, shampoo, soaps, lotions and the “decorative” but edible fruit.
I checked out and ate lunch. Afterward. I went to the other pool. This was the first time there was another human being at the pool. The birds looked a little put off. So was I since the guy was ogling me like I was exotic wildlife. Dude, look but be cool about it and wipe the drool off your chin please. He was an older middle-aged man. He took to swimming laps. In the water, he sounded like a fish out of water, gasping for air. There was no mistaking him for Michael Phelps. He was trying to swim and gape at me at the same time. God, please do not let him have a heart attack. I did not want to demonstrate my knowledge of CPR. On Michael Phelps, yes! Him, no! There would be many other things I would like to demonstrate for Michael Phelp. Hmmm, Doggy-style!! Oops, typo. Of course, I meant free-style and doggy paddle. I would ask him to show me his breast stroke. Um, again please. Naughty pleasure!
Soon, it was time for me to change and leave lovely Paracas. I enjoyed my holiday retreat, but now I was resuming my backpacker role by strapping back in. The office for Cruz del Sur was on the other side of town but only a 10 minute walk. On the way, I said good-bye to Alberto and to the town. If I see you again Paracas, I will not remember you. Try to stay classy!
The winds were picking up again. The Cruz del Sur bus swooped in and picked me up. I was whisked back to Ica within an hour. At the station, plenty of taxi drivers awaited the bus. They were also wanting to charge 8-9 soles. I stepped to the group of drivers. Quién me tomará a Huacacina para 6? Young dude stepped up, grabbed my pack and helped me into his cab. As we made the short drive he cranked up the DJ Tiesto. Guilty pleasure!
I was back in Huacacina. Last time I had to leave Peru and return to the States, this was my last stop. It was one the way, why not make another stop. I returned to Hotel Curasi. My friend Charo was not at the hotel. It was her sister Maria. She was a bit more of a pain in the ass and did not remember me. Yes, sadly, I guess all of us foreign blondes look alike. Instead of the S.30 I paid per night last time, she wanted S.80. I negotiated down to S.65 but compared to what I had paid the night before, it was only a drop in the bucket. I knew it had all the basics and then some to make me happy for the next few days: good breakfast, hot showers, fast WiFi, large private rooms WITH bathroom and refreshing pool. Now, I had 3 more pleasurable days in store in my lovely desert oasis.
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