Jon and I were home from Ecuador and had since spent many weeks on a farm, in the mountains, on more busses than I can remember, at other beaches and in a couple of planes. The palapa was slowing being moved farther and farther away from priority and by the time I was back in Tucson I had almost forgotten all about it.. almost.
Over the weekend of May 27th, 2006 Jon and I traveled to LA with Will Kaner, The Arizona Surfers President, to enjoy some US waves and water (it was frigid). While in his Volvo driving about I began to reminisce about the palapa and recalled how I’d wanted to build one. Will, being a very energetic and “let’s do it!” kind of guy got excited about the project. We talked about it and the more Jon and Will seemed on board the more convinced I was that it would happen and once again the idea that had been brewing since March 31 had been born again, this time I was pretty confident it would soon be tangible.
March 31st, 2006. A small town 15 minute bus ride south of the coastal city of Montanita, Ecuador. Jon and I duck into a sand floored restaurant for an almuerzo and are led down to the back porch of the restaurant, the Pacific Ocean. Here we are greeted by a pair of hammocks strung under independent bamboo palapas. We’re then delivered Cuba Libres gratis and proceed to order another 3 rounds before our modest rice and meat arrived.
Under the dried leaves and robust bamboo of my very own palapa I felt safe. I was protected from the vicious equatorial sun while I hung, suspended above the lava sand below. The breeze pushed through the weave of the hammock and gave me just enough momentum to serve as a subtle rocker.
After almuerzo Jon and I slept beneath our palapas for the better part of two hours. Finally waking up we had to catch the bus home before there was no more. I had made my mind up. I needed to put a palapa in my back yard. The solution to all my hardscaping woes.
Thus on March 31st, 2006 the idea for my palapa was born.