Friday, May 3, 2013

Just Like Home

As I mentioned, we really liked Rincon, and not just for the surf, which for the record was too rough for them. It was almost too rought for me, but once we all get a little more time in the waves under our belt, we’ll be ready. I think the best way for the kids to learn how to surf is in Florida, in Daytona, where we went for Thanksgiving. That was perfect, and Florida is manageable. Cheap flights, deals on rentals, and miles of beaches. We don’t even need to be right on the beach.

Either way, I digress (what else is new?). One thing I really liked about Rincon is that we (or I?) felt right at home from the get go. The vibe is so laid back, and everyone speaks English and the place is half American, if not more so. Many of the businesses are fun by expats, and they are really cool. As you get away from the beach, it definitely becomes more local/native, but we never encountered any bad vibes, and you get a sense that you could just pick up and move here, though I couldn’t deal with the year ‘round heat.

For the hockey players in this family, and even those that aren’t, we even found an ice skating rink. As improbable as that may seem, they not only have an ice rink in the neighboring town, but it’s open year ‘round. That’s more than our local rink back in New England. The guy who runs the guesthouse said they go now and then and skate in shorts until they get cold, then come outside to warm up. I was floored, and even considered going skating, but mom gave a big thumbs down to that. Nothing even remotely hockey related on our beach vacation. How funny would that have been?

We were in downtown Rincon for a bit and it was a pretty happening place, crowded and busy. One thing that really spoke to N was the indoor skateboard park and the BMX track. Traffic was really bad so we couldn’t really linger and stare, but it looked pretty impressive, and I could tell that N was thrilled about the idea of getting on that track, but it wasn’t meant to be. Oh well, maybe another time.

It’s really funny how you can travel so far from home but find the same interests in other places. Sort of makes you feel at home.

Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to I am Leicamoron for the pic.

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