Sunday in La Penita

Our last day in La Penita. A quick stroll with my husband down the beach and through town. We were greeted by a dirty (but cute) white dog, and his companion, a very friendly, very clean white duck -- they both followed us down the road a ways, the dog running in circles, the duck quacking comments. I wondered if they were partners -- owned by the same people -- but I kind of didn't think so -- the duck was obviously very well cared for, the dog suffered from mange and fleas.

In the local cemetery, amongst all of the larger graves, was this little arrangement -- a lovingly and respectfully built memorial to someone: a wilted green plant, a luminous plastic flower, and a stone crucifix -- all surrounded by various rocks and discarded bricks from other graves. This little memorial appeared to be built with great thoughtfulness.