“Hey, do any of you guys have the time, I’ve got to call a friend of mine on their lunch break”
I looked back at two twenty something year old girls staring towards my table waiting for our reply. We all looked at each other, “Does anyone have their phone or watch?” I asked. No one did. I turned to the next two tables over, “Hey, do any of you know what time it is?” After a short discussion they reply back “No sorry, none of us do, but it’s definitely in the afternoon…”
All four tables sort of laugh to themselves, how can no one out of twelve people have a watch or a phone? Because we are in El Tunco, a quiet little beach town that exists because of the waves and thrives on people getting lost and staying around for much longer than they thought they would. Here, the only time you really need to know is what time happy hour starts, or about how long until sunset so you can join everyone on the beach to say adios to the day. Here, half of the town gathers just to watch a bulldozer dig up some of the beach, because it is the most intriguing thing that has happened the whole day. Here, you don’t need time to dictate your day, all you need is you.
We started guessing what time it might be, and I quickly became very curious as to what time it actually was, so I announced that I’d go down stairs to the first floor and find someone who can help us solve our problem. One table after another, I asked the unanswerable question “Does ANYONE have any idea what time it is?” Literally all three tables replied that they didn’t have any watches or phones, why would they? We were now 0 for 20.
Luckily, the waiter came to the rescue. “It’s half past one.” I reported my findings to everyone upstairs. The winner of our guessing game loudly announced their victory with an “Aha!” The girl who had asked the time muttered “Her break is over, I guess I’ll have to call her tomorrow.” These were probably the only plans she had for the next 24 hours.