Death by Iguana?

Thursday, we began a late morning stroll into town via the Hotel Irma and down to the beachside meandering walkway. There weren't many others walking along the coast, but up ahead, two Federales with M-16s slung over their shoulders also walked to town.

We noticed one of them pointing up in the air to the other. Was he pointing at the house on the rocks or the trees that were in front of the house? As we came nearer, he called out "iguana", "iguana", and we finally heard and saw what he was talking about. An iguana about a foot long was high in the tree almost camouflaged. I broke out my camera and as I stepped backwards, I stumble a bit and the rope handrail along the beach walkway hit me about butt high and stopped my stagger. If I had fallen, it was about six feet straight down onto a rocky outcropping, and five feet to my left or right, the rope handrails were non-existent. My guardian angel had saved me from death by iguana!

We strolled the rest of the way into town to purchase some vanilla for a few of Carolyn's friends and a spot more jewelry, because it was there and as a gift for the 'Queens'. We then headed back to the Club via taxi.

We lounged under a palapa for most of the day and Carolyn enjoyed a reflexology treatment on her lower legs. We left the pool area after 6:30 and freshened up with showers and a short nap for me (life is sooo exhausting down here).

We dined at the Zi restaurant here for the first time for dinner, and it was fantastic. Carolyn had steak and large prawns while I went for the steak. A good Italian wine (Luna di Luna) complimented our meal as we watched the sky slowly darken.

Today, Friday, we will reluctantly have to leave, but in the few hours left, we will spend more time enjoying the pool, a few cervasas, and the air - always the air.

Adios!!