Yesterday, boyfriend and I made it to Boca Chica beach. Although we only live 3 miles from the water, Boca Chica is the closest beach at 30 minutes away with a fast driver. Its quite the change from Juan Dolio, as this one is filled with hotels, restaurants, bars, and thousands of umbrellas. Here, you always hear music playing and are constantly asked if you want to buy fresh fruit, a massage, or ceviche out of a fisherman's bucket.
|Crystal clear water, c/o A's iPhone|
The sand isn't as powder white as it is at the beaches throughout the rest of the country, but the water is perfect for a leisurely dip. Its one of those beaches that doesn't have waves; one where you can walk a mile out from the shore and still be standing in waste deep water.
Of course, I gave in and paid a dollar to drink coconut water. I then attacked the inside of the fleshy coconut to try and dig out its meat, but my plastic straw wasn't the best tool. I desperately wanted to bring it home and slash it open to eat the rest, but boyfriend is a little overprotective of his new knives.