Sam And Saundra's Year Long Adventure - Part 39

Sam And Saundra’s Year Long Adventure – Part 39

Mexico 

2/9/09 – Isla Aguada

Getting out of the fairgrounds at Villahermosa was not easy.  Incoming traffic through the gate was massive and it began at first light.  We lined up and out we went “like a herd of turtles”.  The guard at the gate tried to help – it just took time.  We turned right to go left, meeting the glorietta again.  The glorietta, along with the secondary roads paralleling the primary roads, sometimes sharing traffic control devises, are traffic staples in Mexico.  That AND all the drivers of the buses, trucks, vans, and cars playing “operation” – trying to get their vehicles into and out of the same space without touching – but getting as close as possible.  We did pretty good, except the pretty trees lining the pretty streets tore into the side of our once pretty trailer, taking a vent and un-needed outdoor light cover. Every bridge has a name sign, but none for the poor rivers. (Similar to Texas.)  As the traffic continues on fast-forward, we leave this large, fairly modern city and head for the open road.

Bridge To Isla Aguada

We pass marshes on both sides of the road.  Cattle graze while practicing their dog-paddle, the water up to their tummys.  Blooming water lilies add to the color, with lagoons making a showing every so often. We “turn left from the middle lane at the Escarsega highway, 180 sign (glorietta, go in at 6 and out at 9) and stay on the lateral road; then, continue straight. If you get into the center lanes, there are no turns, so stay on the side lateral road.” We pass a horseman statue, a military checkpoint and through the friendly town of Atasta.  Toll at Puenta Zacatel-toward Compeche.  We ‘obedeza las senales’, while trying to hide it. 

Evening Gathering

At another glorietta, we go in at 6 and out at 12 -  then turn right at the RV Park sign, just before the old ferry dock, onto the unpaved road.  We have just entered the Freedom Shores RV Park.  The directions fail to mention the ice-jade water or the long, beautiful drive over the bridge to the Isla, where the colors of the buildings catch the eye.  They do not hint at the many pelicans performing as aerial acrobats, in the pure, light blue skies with white puffs of clouds showing up just for contrast.  Nor the colors of the blooms on shrubs and trees, the fabulous sandy shores.  But they are there just the same.  All of us get spaces with views, but it matters very little as we are almost always out playing in the view, rather than just looking at it. We barely get Brutus unhooked before we hit the beach.  Shells, shells, warm water, shells.  Hummmmmmmmmmm. The sand is welcome between our toes….

Beach Memories 

In the evening, the Vags (Vagabundos Caravan) get a bonfire cracklin’ and glowin’ on the beach (Dennis and Judy get the big kudos for bringing a little less than a treeful worth of firewood all the way from Maine, with almost all others contributing as well).  The wagon masters host a hot dog roast and we all wish Dave a happy birthday.  As the evening settles in, we call Tauna as she left us a message asking us to.  We become instantly hyped up and joyous and unable to sleep or even sit quietly – we finish our conversation and rush back to the beach to announce to all “WE ARE GOING TO BE GRANDPARENTS FOR THE THIRD TIME!!!!!!!”.  The neat thing is …. So is Aaron’s parents, Mike and Laura.  What fun we are going to have with all of the Grandest Kids in the world!!!  So cool.  We float in the tropical air for hours, grins on our faces.