So there we were, one year later, in the same town (PV) and sitting on the same bit of sand as last year before I went for my "unfortunate" swim). There we were, having returned to the scene of the debacle, and enjoying a margarita on the beach. It was kind of like the old adage of getting back on the horse you just fell off. As I had that experience too as a younger person, I knew how important returning to the beach scene wast: and so we did: return.
As I sat there, people watching, I couldn't help but notice this rather elderly gentleman standing at the edge of the surf. Yes, the waves were big again (not like last year) but big enough to get my attention. The fellow was in his bathing suit and he was standing so close to the water I could tell he was thinking about going for a dip. That got my attention even more. But, as I watched, an elderly woman walked out and stood beside him. She spoke to him a couple of times and they both stood and watched the water. He really wanted to go swimming. I couldn't stand the suspense any longer so I got up and I ambled/limped out to them and stood quietly on the other side of the man. I asked, "Are you thinking about going swimming?" He didn't answer but his wife did... "yes" she said. " he is and I don't think he should !" And so, speaking quietly, I told them my story... the same one you read in the last post. When I was finished I wished them well, turned, and walked/limped back to my chair in the sand. Shortly thereafter, both seniors turned away from the water and returned to their chairs... and I breathed a sigh of relief. THAT's why I tell that particular story at times when it seems it might be appropriate and helpful in preventing someone else from making the same mistake I did.
Adios Amigos... by the time you read this post we will be just about to board our flight from Nanaimo to Calgary... and then the next day (tomorrow) we fly to PV and bus to Melaquie. Aaaah, margaritas on the sand... Here we come! TTFN CJ
