We need a more descriptive naming system for beaches. Every morning, it goes like this:
“Which beach do you want to go to?”
“Moçambique?”
“Which one is this one?”
“The one where we wanted to spend New Year’s Eve?”
“No, that’s Campeche. Moçambique is the one where we bought your board last year.”
“Maybe we can try Canasvieiras again? Looks like it might rain, no point in wasting time driving to a nicer beach…”
“Which one is Canasvieiras?”
“The one where we saw a dolphin.”
“Oh, I thought it was the sand dune one.”
“Nope, that’s Ingleses and Santinho behind the dunes.”
“How about Joaquina?”
“Wait… where is that?”
“Technically the other end of Campeche.”
“Easy to get to?”
“Bumpy. And we have to drive through Barra da Lagoa. Sandy road too because of… well, sand dunes.”
“Okay, it’s getting late. We’ll go to the south of the island another time. Joaquina it is.”
It was hot but the sky was grey and it looked like it would storm any minute.
“I’m going for a walk. If it starts raining… I’ll meet you back at the car.”
Two hours later I was back and it still wasn’t raining. I found Mark listening to Manu Chao and Feng climbing the tall rocks at the far end of the beach. I joined him.
Then Mark got hungry, so I went looking for “something with ham and cheese.”
Still not raining. Feng went to climb the sand dunes, Mark wolfed down the “something with ham and cheese.”
We stayed a while longer.
Okay, so from now on, Joaquina is “the beach where it didn’t rain after all.”
