In town itself, I first attributed the extreme quiet and empty streets to Sunday morning-ness. But when I got to the cart, there were a few guys standing in the street and a rumbling sound coming our way. As it turned out, all the streets had been cleared of parked cars to allow this trailer to come through. Ack!
You know that saying, the sea is so large and my boat is so small? That's pretty much how I was feeling about this trailer and my cart. But, in typical Culebra fashion, this was already anticipated and would be dealt with...in a very cool way.
Okay, at this point they've gone up and back a few times to get fairly lined up to cross the bridge. But...at the present angle, the driver would have been taking a corner of my cart with him. Soooooooooo....
In comes the dozer and literally lifts up the corner of the trailer, scootching it up and sideways, maybe...I don't know, not quite off the road, but not quite on it either. Amazingly simple and brilliant. I could stop having a heart attack. As usual, during these 'leave it to the Culebrense' episodes, I'm the only one ever having a heart attack. The Culebrense are just calmly tap/ballet dancing along with ginormous machines or whatever the case may be (though it often involves huge machines), wishing I'd stay out of the way long enough for them to get the job done.
|Black marks are from the sideways scraping (Boy, I need some flowers!)|
|Adios, amigos. That was...interesting|
And that concludes the weekend portion of Culebra from my view. A good one indeed!
Have a last day of the Month Monday! Do something memorable (we only get one shot at this, make it count).