My first trip to the beach

My flatmate Mary Anne and me on the beach. She just got soaked by a huge wave. 

As the last part of our orientation we all packed into a bus and took a trip to the beach.  The drive was an hour away and we were guests on a board members beach lot.  It took us a while to find the house as they all look the same.  We had to have some local help to direct us there by driving ahead of us on their motorcycles.  

Within minutes of our arrival the word was out on the beach that the ex-pats had arrived. They lined up and down the fence calling out "Hello!" and also making kissing sounds with their lips to grab our attention.  Most of us ended up bargaining and buying art, beads, and baskets for our homes.  I ended up with three beautiful bead necklaces that are too heavy to wear but are amazing as decorations. 

We played a little tag football and grilled some seasoned and perfectly marinated roast. A couple brought over two coolers from the states and generously shared.  The flavors popped in my mouth and made my taste-buds do the tango.  

After more bargaining we reloaded the van for the drive home which was quieter than the drive there.  We had our share of fun and had the treasures to prove it.