PV, or Beaches with Seagulls

We recently swapped our Breckenridge time share week for a sunny, warm week at the beach.  Polar Vortex be gone!  The beauty of timeshares is that they usually have a full kitchen and this one was no exception.  By full, I mean a cooktop and a microwave.  The reviews for the location mentioned a nearby grocery store, outside of the mini mart that was on property.  We finally asked about that on day three and made a full on trip to the store for victuals and supplies.

This was Richard's first real trip into Mexico and it had been a very long time since I'd been to Cabo and even longer time since I'd been to Guaymas/San Carlos.  All in all, enough time to have forgotten about the vendors.  Our first night we went immediately to the beach in our suits to dip into the Pacific.  Sunset was coming, we had a nice longneck Corona with lime and a rapidly emptying beach as many of the guests went to change for dinner plans.

Ah!  The peaceful lapping of the waves, the warm and changing colors of the sunset and my romantic sweetie at my side.

Ola!  OLA!!!  Said the first woman in white with an amazingly complex and large, portable display of bracelets with names on them.  "No, gracias."  I said.  And they stepped right into our perfect view, marred our delectable sunset/romantic moment, and continuously buzzed and burbled in front of us for the duration of our time on the beach.  *Sigh*

What's needed here is a new context.  Instead of angst and anger, let's try sympathy and compassion.  Why would grown men and women be hawking things on the beach?  Abject poverty.  I felt so bad at that one, as did Richard, that we now wanted to buy something from all of them.

Then it dawned on me.  If I could really get they were just a part of the Mexican beach experience, and part of the scenery, I could say "No, gracias" one thousand times with no upset.  In the all white ensembles that they all sported, it became easy to begin to blend them with the other white visitors on any beach in Mexico, seagulls.   Also, mostly unwanted.

Most were polite and moved on right away when the No came out.  But some were really rude.  Interrupting conversations, moving right between us and our view deliberately, it was difficult to enjoy and relax with the onslaught.  So we moved to the pool.  Onsite, therefore off limits.  And still with a view of the beach 500 yards beyond.