Floating down the river

We began Saturday and Sunday morning with a 30 minute walk that takes us to what seems to be a river flowing into the sea. It tastes salty so I'm not sure what it really is. We had walked to this point before and noticed a couple of people floating down toward the sea, then standing up, walking back and doing it all over again. Looked like fun but we weren't sure just how safe it was. Saturday morning there was a group of 16 in one part of it and  and a group of  5 closer to where we standing. They were speaking Spanish so I said Hola,( one of about 16 words I know ) and with sign language and words asked about crocodiles. They understood me and I learned a new word- cocodrillo and then realized a few minutes later as they spoke to newcomers that they were laughing at the Canadians  who thought there might be crocodiles in the water. Anyway, we walked into the cool water and cooled off after the hot walk down the beach and stayed there for the next hour. A young woman from the larger group heard us speaking and came over to talk to us. "Do you speak English?"she said. She was originally from North Carolina and is living here now and was happy to have a chance to speak her first language and we were happy to have someone who could answer some questions about the area and some customs. Her friend came over and then the friend's dad who showed us a hermit crab and was interested in us but wanted to warn us about rip tides. We assured them we aren't going that far out. I just go into the surf up to my knees as the surf frightens me and Ernie doesn't want to take the chance of getting knocked about and tearing his arm up again - so we stay safe.
We finally tore ourselves away from this beautiful spot because we still had a half hour walk back to our car and are anxious to avoid sunburn.
This morning we walked back to the spot and  we floated our morning away again, then spent some time at a restaurant facing the sea and feeling the sea breeze and swam in the community swimming pool. As I was changing in the change room, I spotted a great big frog behind the door, I was afraid to run out wearing only my birthday suit so forced myself to dress, one eye on the frog and one foot out the door.  Yikes! He kindly averted his eyes, remained in his crouched position and allowed me to leave unharmed. I much prefer the humming birds who come mornings and evenings to feed on the honeysuckle, or the bats who fly about at night as we sit eating our evening meal, or the Kiskadee who sings from the rooftop, or the little gecko who sits on the ceiling of the patio waiting for some little insect to come his way.