SPRING WEDDING SEASON IS OVER PRAISE GOD!
I feel broken and exhausted. And so in my dumpy hot apartment under the slight breeze of a dust encrusted ceiling fan I revisit my old vacation photos...
This is the deserted beach called Playuela on the island of Vieques where in February I rolled in the surf, a solo interpretation of the Wicked Game video sans swimsuit...because what else do you do on a deserted beach?
My sister Jess and I collected seashells and washed up coral
We cooked a lot of huevos rancheros and drank mango juice
We saw lots of wild ponies. Just out there doing their pony thing
We explored ancient ruins without the recommended tour guide
Got lost. Ran from swarming wasps. I learned about Jesse's fear of spiders in a rather dramatic jungle performance.
We hiked out to an 18th century lighthouse
and crawled inside.
You go first
No, you go first
The view from the top and you couldn't see no body in sight:
We rented a jeep and jeeped around to all the secret beaches.
We borrowed some snorkle gear and explored the shallow coral reefs. I felt like we were in the Little Mermaid. Until we ran into a piranha. He just sat there and looked at us. Stuck to seashelling after that..
We bummed around in town, catching internet connections where we could and buying more cans of goya beans and bananas
I drank coffee in a hammock every morning and every evening. Watch the sunset over the hills.
Re-reading the Nin diaries, boring myself with The Castle, and writing postcards that I never sent...