Benjamin's wall is like that. It's a little part of Culebra that is constantly changing, and I think I've missed a couple of re-paintings the last couple of months. But I caught this one...or it caught me.
The other day I sort of made a joke about how fast things are growing around here. We went from a brown, droughted landscape to lush, tropical green so quickly that the weed whacking guys are overloaded with work. The road out to Zoni narrows every day with brush and guinea grass, making a driver hope that people coming the other way are seriously keeping to their side of the road. The viney stuff is going crazy. There are at least 4 kinds of vines that I fight all of the time; most are easy to pull, one is not. And of course, it is the one that will mark my skin with lashing like stripes if I touch it without gloves and long sleeves.
This one is not that one...luckily!
|Thought I was kidding, didn't you?|
On the way, I swung in to see if Ann wanted to come along. She was just getting ready to head out the door...to the beach, to watch the sunset. Perfect timing. Melones was waiting.
We sat chatting and watched a not spectacular but peaceful sunset, toes in the sand, until the tide was trying to catch us, along with the darkness. And the no-see-ums were making me a dusk hour snack. It was time to move along.
So we did. To Dinghy Dock. Where John the Bartender (we have way too many John's around here, and most of them live on boats - now we've added John the Bartender to Computer John - who used to be Balloon John - Lucy John, Shoebox John and I'm sure I'm forgetting some other John) kept us in fine form.
|I'm not sure if this is 'if I can't see you two, you aren't really here' or not|
Anita was eating something that was making her really happy. She shared a bite of it with me. I can't remember exactly what it is called, but I don't think it's on the menu. I'll have to re-inquire as to specifics, but it really was delicious! I think there was something about plantains and the white stuff is sour cream for sure. Thanks, Anita with the beautiful hair!
It was time to go home. To sleep, perchance to dream. I did both.
Have a swimmingly splendid Sunday! Do something with sunblock.