A Classic Culebra Friday

Before you ask, yes, I know it is Saturday. But since the sun just came over the hill and there is not much Saturday as much, and being as Friday was fuller than most, we're (royally) sticking to it.

First there was the veggie market. Luis is in his new digs in town, complete with coolers holding all sorts of dairy, from cheeses to heavy cream.

Of course, there is the usual assortment of veg, plus nuts and fruits. You have to look all around and up and down, there was good food beckoning everywhere.

And there were blood oranges! The last time I bought blood oranges was back in the early 80's when I lived in Miami. There was a farmer's market a friend and I would go to every Saturday. We'd head out around 5 a.m. with husbands asleep but on kid duty, while we went foraging. Every veg and fruit imaginable and few unimaginable was there to be had with flamboyant, shouting men and women luring us over here and over there, like a mad food carnival where every ride looked better than the last. The man with the blood oranges always had them piled up about 10 feet in the air in a huge bin, with lots on every side cut open, dripping their blood red juice. He would dress in white, and look like a crazy fruit butcher, slicing open a big blood orange and segmenting it, offering it dripping from his hands and yes, we'd take it, bending over to avoid the staining, because they were the best thing we'd ever eaten, no matter that we got them week after week. When dawn is breaking over your head and a mad gypsy guy offers you blood dripping manna...you eat.

At first, I didn't recognize this as a blood orange as the ones we got were about 4 times this size.
Thank you, woman who pointed them out to me!

Luis will be open three days a week but is still crossing some t's and dotting some i's, so he'll let us know when he knows exactly what days those three will be. Stay tuned!

Later on, after a good rest up (which included getting that damn little blond chicken out of the coop about three times), I headed back to town. There was music and friends at Dinghy Dock, most of whom were heading to the plaza soon enough. Grady played, people listened and people talked and then we swept on out of there, becoming part of a slow rambling gathering of people well versed in Culebra time for the 7 o'clock beginning of the concert. I have no idea if it really started at 7 or not, but indeed, it did start! And the crowd grew.

{A note: My camera is in serious need of a camera hospital, but I'm hoping to wait until I get to the states, unless someone knows a great camera person on the big island. The photos have been getting worse, I know! Sorry about that. Bear with me, please!}

Dolly, surreally Dolly

I love all of the instruments they played, piccolo, flute, a couple of kinds of clarinets,
but I have to say, the french horn and bassoon are dear to my aural heart.

The moon was playing hide and seek all night. It was beautiful!

Also beautiful was Zuleyma. She and Steve were out together sans Kai, a five year first (Kai was very happily diverted by the lovely Daphne and parents). Steve was on his way (he said he was so excited that...oh never mind, it sort of lowers the whole tone here) and we left them to their date.

A wandering walk and home! A good Friday by any standards.

Have a serene Saturday. Do something sensual.