Surviving the nite in Michoacán’s La Playa Azul

 

I sit on the warm beach and wonder how I’ve allowed myself to miss the sun setting over the ocean recently. Too busy, too many tall buildings in Manzanillo, but here I have a spectacular view.

When the sun set has said her final a do, I return to Daniel’s restaurant in the dark. The workers are folding table cloths and leaning the backs of white plastic chairs against the square white plastic tables.

Daniel asks if I want the light shining brightly over the tables on for the whole night. I say lord (to my self) and no (outloud), unless he normally does that.

I drive into the spot, close to the tall trees that border the restaurant. I break a branch off one of the trees and hear a dreadful ‘ping’ on top of my truck. I’m worried I’ve broken glass on a solar panel but everything seems to be working normally.

I leave my door open for the beginning of the night, as it is terribly hot inside the camper, and I feel it’s okay to do that here.

And I sleep in the top bunk so I have a view of the ocean through my small windows, and the black sky through my sunroof windows. The moon is a thin crescent and the stars are radiant pricks of sparkles.