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July 26, 2012

May the odds be ever in my favor

NOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTT!!!!!

OK, OK! Cheesy title line? Maaaybe, but fitting to say the least seeing as I just finished the last book in The Hunger Games trilogy. The books were great! I have a book hangover now. Also fitting in that the odds were definitely not in my favor in the long awaited story of my bike crash. Here's how it went down:

I think I mentioned a post back about how there was an amazing sunset that I could not pass up in order to be home before dark. I don't know what it is, but it's really hard for me to see around twilight and right after. Like RIGHT before it gets completely dark. I guess my eyes just take time to adjust.

Anywho...that's what I was trying to avoid. But we didn't. So there's one against me. Dark.
I strapped Sofie on my back and started riding home. That's number two.
I also strapped my camera/camera bag on the back of my bike. Three.
GRAVEL & SLOPED road. Four. & Five.
Downhill to top it all off. Six.

I was riding at the top of the hill. I hit a pot hole as I started going down. Begin descent. Camera bag falls off and starts bouncing around on the back tire. My position was right where the road starts to slope downwards to the sides of the street from being washed out by rain. So as the camera is bouncing, I turned to see if things were ok back there. Apparently, when you turn on a bike your shoulders turn too, therefore turning the handle bars. Not good on a slope! Keeping in mind I'm still going downhill, gaining speed. The front tire slid from underneath me and before I knew what was actually happening(because I thought I could get things under control), my face was sliding on the gravel road.

OUUUUUUCCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!

All in a matter of seconds. Frank and Levi watched, helplessly behind me. I got up and immediately asked if Sofie was hurt. She was fine. Not a scratch on her. If she would have been in one of those carriers that attach to the back of bikes, it would have been NO BUENO!

I didn't even realize I was hurt right at first, but then the burning started. We had a 1/2 mile to go to get back home. I rode some and walked some. I mainly rode because I wanted to get there faster. My eye had a HUGE knot on it almost immediately. I had to wash and clean everything and that was really, really horrible. I started taking some homeopathic remedies around the clock.

It was a long week of uncertainty about infection and proper care and how things were going to turn out. Since our house was out in the sticks(which we LOVED), we had to make a difficult decision and relocate a little closer to town in the event something went wrong. I'm super glad to say that all went well and my eye was not fractured. Painful, but good and after a week exactly things were sooooo much better. Thank you Rescue Remedy cream and Arnica.




Unfortunately, I wish I could say I had a "cool" bike crash story. I don't. It's also very unfortunate that in the crash my bouncing camera broke. Well thankfully the camera is ok, but my 50mm 1.8 lens was not. Luckily, that lens is really cheap and not an expensive one. From here on out, all the pictures we take on this trip are with my iPhone. Tear. It's a real bummer not having a camera that takes great pics.

More than anything though- I'm thankful.

Day after - 1 week later

July 19, 2012

Beaches, Beautiful Beaches (pt. 2)

Playa Avellanas Beach. I think I'll let the pictures do most of the talking.






























Just imagine- white sandy beaches, clear, warm water, gentle giant waves. Crashing against you. Rocks to explore with little fishies swimming around. It's magical.














It was a fun day of ocean swimming, sand castle building, smoothie and adult beverage drinking, sunset watching bliss. The clouds earlier in the evening gave way to the most beautiful sunset. I told Frank I wanted to leave before dark so I could see while riding my bike. The sunset was just too good to pass up. We started trekking home around twilight.

That's when things got a little crazy.

Beaches, Beautiful Beaches (pt. 1)

If you take a little stroll down the dirt roads, after about 1200 meters, you'll come to a wonderful beach. It's called Playa Negra, meaning Black beach. You'll understand why in a minute.
On the walk you'll find these little (big) guys. They weren't very fond of the camera, hence why they all look like the want to charge me. Aren't they soo cute!?!


You will also find the escuela (school). The school is soooo fun! On our second night in Lagartillo, we went to a fiesta that the school put on before their 2 week break. Lots of cute kids singing and dancing the Mariachi! The school goes from 4-8 years old. They teach the children Spanish and English. They were quick to welcome Levi and have him paint and play. He loved it.

Keep walking.








Look up!


And out of the jungle to the beach! Playa Negra. The Black Beach known for its black(ish) sand.





After being beach deprived in Amarillo, TX for years, we thought this beach was pretty awesome.

Until we met Playa Avellanas beach...