Adventures in Panamaland (6) I'm Charged!

The other morning I awoke with a start to the sound of the surf pounding upon the sand. It was 6:15am. I staggered sleepily out to the balcony and sure enough the waves were something to behold. I quickly got dressed, grabbed the camera and made my way between the horizon pools to the beach. From the balcony, the pools actually hide the beach and up until now the waves. But what moved me to preserve this Kodak moment was the fact that I could see the waves from the balcony this morning.

When I arrived at the beach I beheld a sight of nature unleashed. The waves were crashing and the surf was rushing up the beach further than ever before. The bases of the thatch-roofed umbrellas were covered in water and one had even been knocked over by the constantly rushing water. I snapped my pics as the sun was rising and stood back and enjoyed the moment - a panoramic view of nature doing it's work. It was quite a start to the day. I was charged.

Speaking of charged, when I returned to the condo my brother-in-law was in the midst of searching high and low for his cell phone charger. Just the other day over another incident I'd told him I thought this kind of thing ran in his family because his sister, my wife, is always putting things in places she says she'll remember but, alas, always forgets. He's just the same it appears. I call it CRAFT (Can't Remember A Fucking Thing). Anyway, he'd looked everywhere; in every drawer and cupboard, under every bed and piece of furniture. He was frantic. Without it his phone would crap out and we'd never get that call from the internet company to book an appointment to hook us up to the internet, the cable and a home phone. What? We'd miss the call about the internet? Even I joined in the search.

We were all searching now, even my mother-in-law. You remember her. She's the one with diminishing eyesight who asked her son to open her half-lime at dinner one night thinking it was a container of tarter sauce. Since then there've been a few other incidents like when she dried the lettuce for the salad on paper towels. The salad was good but, what's this? Is this paper towel in my salad? Yep. We sure laughed over that one. Pass the paper towel salad please.

So anyway we're searching, searching, searching for the damn charger. And guess who found it. Yep, my nearly-blind mother-in-law. We all got a "shock" out of that one. Way to go Maman!