Our apartment is not right on the water.
But it's an easy drive, or long walk, to the Lima beaches from our apartment.
The beach is a frequent weekend destination.
Britt and Addison like to surf.
Bacchus and I walk or run along the shore.
At the top of the dirt cliffs that line the ocean, there are pretty parks and boardwalks.
But down by the water the beaches are pretty funky.
They are nothing like the white sandy stretches you see in the Carribbean or Greek Islands.
Neither do they resemble the wide expanses of brown sand you see on the Atlantics coasts in Europe or the States.
These beaches are mostly covered in stones, made smooth by the water and displayed in lovely varieties of colors.
Or they have a sort of sand that is really more like dirt - the brown-gray variety that fills the cliffs and hills all around Lima.
There are some private clubs and big restaurants that offer nice views of the water. But otherwise, the public beaches are pretty junky. There's lots of graffitti and many remnants of beachside buildings of various types. It's not lovely to look at, but in the end develops a sort of charm of its own.
Here are some examples:
The beach is still pretty desolate this time of year, but the yellow flower is a reminder that warmer days and sun will return
Among the surf boards is a caballito de tortora, a boat made of reed bundles that Peruvians have used for centuries both on the coast and on Lake Titicaca
I'm not sure whether these buildings are abandonned or just closed for the season
This is how I feel after attempting to surf
This last photo is on the way to the beach from our place. It's the wall of a municipal sports complex.
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