“Where does the Sun goes? Does he hide away under the sea, does he goes to sleep at night, where does he go?”
The cool breeze plays with my hair as my eyes gaze at the last rays of light give away the most beautifull sunset I have ever seen. Warmth reaches out your heart and tears of joy start to fill in your view, makes you wonder why is there so many cruelty in this world when miracles such as this one happen everyday aswell. Rincon is worldwide famous for this spectacles of nature.
People travel every year to this small town in the island of Puerto Rico, many just visiting, others searching for a new highlight in their lives, but most of them, to join the ocean’s language, surfing the waves provided by the beautifull blue giant.
As I worship the Almigthy’s gift to humanity surfers from all ages come out soak and wet. “ Today was a good day for surfing man” says an old man with the biggest board I have probably ever seen. He must be about sixty something, and he’s still ripping. Many go ahead and drive off in their cars, leaving extra parking space for the night scene. Others such as myself put their boards away, dry a bit and walk up the hill to grab themselves a drink and listen to some good music as the waves on Maria’s beach try to make some of their own.
I stand in Calypso Cafe & Tropical Bar, a highly visited place among locals and visitors. As I drink my Corona I can’t help but to hear what I think it’s, yes; Strawberry Fields by the Beatles.The sixties was all about the Beatles, in Rincon, it was all about Maria’s. The 1968 World Surfing Contest was held here, in this same beach. Downhill from Calypso is an old abbandoned house. The house stands alone in preservations, locals respect it, visitors grow curious by it. It belonged to an old lady called Maria. Maria lived alone, there is no concrete information of why she did, but she spent her 1968 christmass season wondering what those strange Amreican men did with long, pointy wood shapes. Out of this odd curiosity between Maria and the newly arrived surfers grew a strong frienship, wich can still be felt in Calypso, in Maria’s ; in this warm corner where the shore gently sleeps.
“HI there! Wer’e new here, just got here!” two blondes around their mid twenties interrupt my day dream, I figured I must have been looking at them while I thought about the old lady in the small pink house, that’s odd. One of them was beautiful, she had a Bo Dereck look in her, the other one however lookd like Ellen DeGeneres and could really use a shower. “Really? How long are you guys here for?” I know lame, but one thing I’ve learned about women is to just keep asking questions, eventually they will spill everything out without one having to ask anything else, besides, It’s a commonly asked question to tourists, ok I really didn’t came up with anything better to say! “ We’ll be here ‘till Monday” said the perfect ten, “ We don’t know much of the town but this place is great, so laid back”.
She was right on that. The blue walls with yellow pole bars with red shutters made Calypso a Carribean dream. The side terrace is a wide open space. No walls, no windows, just space. The breeze comes straight in inviting guests to enjoy the glorious view. As I continue the chat the smelly girl gets a phone call, it’s some guy named Mark, she tells the other one he’s just around the corner ready to pick them up. Lucky for me I wouldn’t have to worry about hitting on the pretty girl while stinky stood around, then again I reminded myself to bring a wingman next time and quit playing the misterious “solo” cowboy, it just doesn’t work.
The sky is dark now more people arrive at the scene. Althought frequented by people of all ages, it seems that for some reason tonight middle aged folks were hanging out here. I recognized some of them from the beach. I deffinetley recognized a goofy looking dude who almost broke my teeth with his board as he was surfing the same way I was duck diving earlier in the day.
