In the airport, Rolando handed me a book I'd been hoping would get here in time for the plane trip/airport time that I thought was going to the PO. Instead, I got it hand delivered by super smile guy! And what a great book! Susan Lusk and Mark Gabor, who own a sweet little home on Culebra but live in New York the City did the writing and photography and I highly recommend it. 111 Shops in New York That You Must Not Miss.
I had a half wall seat in the plane so leaning ever so slightly over the shoulder of the woman in front of me, I waved so long to Culebra for now. Not the best photos in the world, but it is my world and dealing with imperfections is a part of living and learning to live here. Along with using the little camera with the mold inside of it...So there you go.
Then, after a good Jet Blue flight next to a Brit who lives in St. Martin half the year and Cannes, France the other half (just your regular guy), it was hello, San Juan!
After a taxi ride with the slowest taxi driver in the history of San Juan - and I'm not joking - we were there in plenty of time. Again, if Culebra doesn't teach you anything else, she teaches patience. Of a sort. I may really be a mellow person by the time I'm too feeble to fret.
It was dark when we left SJU for Fort Lauderdale. I could see lights as we glided over the Bahamas, probably seeing more places lit than I knew existed in daylight. Bu they were too faint to photograph.
The South Florida coastline, lit up in bright city lights, came into view, but a glance back and there was the crescent moon, it was almost filling up the window. How high were we, anyway? I knew by the time I got the camera out it would be too late so trying was not an option. Maybe it would have come out just looking like the moon in an airplane window, so some things are best left to memory.
Back at Casa Jonny, it was stone crabs and wine. And that...was fine. Blissfully fine!
|At the end of the street lies the Atlantic. Ocean, that is.|
|There's always a way to make a porch.|
Life is excellent. My crown of Luckiest Woman in the World sits lightly yet firmly on my head.
Have a wish you were (and make it so) Wednesday. Do something wagontrainishly.