The next day we started early to see town life on a Sunday morning. Some of the alleys were quiet and we thought that maybe people were in church. The public markets have started to set up and vendors showed us their embroidered linens and shawls.
We walked to the bus station to reserve seats on the bus to our next destination. After that was out of the way, we met a Canadian couple who were waiting for a cab to the nearest beach, Playa Ancon. We agreed to split the US$14 round trip cab fare and 30 minutes later, we were again near the water.
The beach is okay and is part of the Ancon Hotel. Thatched umbrellas were installed along the beach for the guests. There is no other shade. When it got pretty hot in the middle of the afternoon, we sat by the pool and ordered espageti and fried chicken with our beers for lunch. We lazed around for a few hours before meeting the Canadians again in the parking lot for the ride home. We dropped them off at their casa before having the driver drop us at the Internet cafe again.
While I was checking my e-mail, the boy stayed outside and made arrangements for a horseback-riding trip in the mountains tomorrow morning. I've only been on a horse a few times and I've never really galloped. But the boy had spent his summer in Paraguay where he had spent some time on a cattle ranch. All he wanted to do was repeat the experience. It would definitely be an experience for me, but that's part of tomorrow's story.
In the meantime, we walked back home and were welcomed by the Sunday afternoon scene. Cheese must have been delivered to the whole town because lines were formed in a lot of the stores selling pizza. Cuban pizza is a round P5 one-person sized portion of dough dressed with tomato sauce and cheese. Cubans fold them like American tacos before eating them. Sometimes it comes with bits of ham if it's available. Steel drums big enough to fill with logs serve as makeshift ovens.
After dinner, Señor Armando taught us how to play Cuban dominoes in which the highest tile is doble nueve instead of doble seis, a double nine and not the more familiar double six. We played a practice game first, but were then involved in a match that pitted our two countries against each other. After a few games, the boy and I were banging our tiles on the table and cheering when we won. We had such a good time and were getting progressively more drunk from the rum shots Señor kept on serving. It was only 11pm when we stopped playing to rest for the long day tomorrow. We scheduled a real domino match, U.S.A. versus Cuba, tomorrow night.