The rains are always a blessing

We went to Anjuna Beach for the last flea market of the season. The place was a nude beach back when the hippies were here in full force and the market still has a selection of bowls and chillums.

There are huge coral sections of the beach with occasional holes leading down into the water that spout with each wave. The sand is soft and full of missing sandals. Perhaps people don’t realize that their shoes have come off.

I explored an empty old house left over from Portuguese rule off up on a dune whose roof had come off and whose red brick walls were worn rough. Further south down the beach a hang glider soared over a fat green mountain and the sun sunk lower towards the sea.

Then it began to rain. We walked to a covered restaurant and ordered a few drinks while we watched it fall. The merchants covered their wares or came with us to push goods as we waited for the taxis. Some people haggled for the gorgeous silk blankets they had but I watched the sea. It wasn’t any less stunning.