As has been our practice when we’ve traveled the Baja alone previous winters, most evenings the 6 of us get together for cocktail hour(s), then go our separate ways to our individual rigs for dinner and what’s left of the evening for reading/blogging/movie watching.
Last night we gathered at our camp spot for margaritas, and our conversation was interrupted by two local fishermen returning from the day to pull their panga out of the water at the adjacent boat ramp. Greg, Doug and Cathryn wandered to the water to ask what they’d caught, but none of us knew the word “caracol”, and even when they opened their buckets to show us, we weren’t sure what we were looking at.
It finally became apparent these were a most unusual snail, they gave us a dozen, and Debbie and Cathryn disappeared into our kitchen to sauté them up with garlic, lemon juice, pepper and butter. We probably won’t buy more, but all agreed it was an interesting addition to our repertoire of Bounty From the Sea.
Next we all wandered to Doug and Jill’s rig where tables and chairs were set up on the beach, Bob plugged in his iPod and mini speakers, Jill lit candles, and Debbie cooked chicken in the oven, and shrimp, lobster and more barracuda in her wok, while Jill prepared a salad of avocadoes, tomatoes, cucumbers and feta cheese.
We had a feast on the beach next to a fabulous campfire courtesy of Greg and Doug, with the dark sky glittering brilliantly with stars (what makes stars appear to sparkle, anyway?). Unusually late for us (9:30), we announced it was Baja Midnight and retired to bed back at our own campsite.
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