The monument

Hiked up to the monument today. There is some history here of a Spanish galleon wrecking on the shores, and the residents saving them, helping them rebuild their ship, and sending them on their merry way. What a dramatically different version of the “Spanish pull up onto the shores of a foreign country and meet locals” than the one we are used to hearing in North America. The view was stunning. To the left lush green falling off into ocean cliffs. To the front open Pacific ocean and the right the beach with its little town. Can even see my apartment from here! There were kite halks floating around the peak, smaller swallows and tits flitting in and out of the woods below. And the ocean. I dont have the words to describe it properly. Blue, black, white where waves flowed through yes. And there were waves, coming from multiple directions and long undulating movements. At the shore, the ocean looks like what I am used to seeing. But further out, this is something different.