Of course, the day I swore I'd do it was rainy, windy, with rough seas - meaning, no sitting up top, but freezing below. Having lived here coming on eleven years, one would think I'd have known to bring a jacket and a covering of some sort, knowing it was going to rain at least part of the way over, but nooooo.
The always fun part of doing anything official on the big island is you never know how long you will be doing it, or if you will get to do it at all. But the moment I stepped off the ferry everything went my way. Our go-to taxi guy Al was there (without me calling him, which would have been another good idea), we got right to the place, where I took my number, with only three people ahead of me. Filling out forms went smoothly, the X-rays only took a minute and I was back out on the street to wait for Al to pick me up. It was very disorienting.
With the on and off rain, walking around Fajardo proper, with its interesting and odd little shops to kill the next 3 hours until ferry time wasn't an option, but I did remember to bring a book and the camera. Time passed.
|One of the ferries that sits unused, unfixed, slowly fading away. There is a lot of talk about why this is happening, but that's for another day.|
|This is some sort of official building, with lots of 'Do Not' type signs on it, but so far they've not ruined its best parts yet.|
|The other side of the cafe, which is also a hotel. A not very inviting hotel.|
|This was the first place I had a drink in Puerto Rico, on my first trip to Culebra. I think.|
While I'm very grateful we have a ferry system now working pretty well, I cannot say I'm a fan of the cargo ferry one friend dubs 'the coffin'. There are no windows and you cannot go outside. For someone slightly or not so slightly claustrophobic, it is an exercise in mind control to get through the ride. I've been told that if they stay in service here, the will put in portholes. That would be real nice, as I think those with touchy tummies (thankfully, I'm not one of them - yet) would do a lot better if they could see out. If I've already mentioned all of this, it's because it's traumatic enough to block from my brain each time.
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It was Neil's wife Wanda's birthday, being celebrated at their kiosko down at Flamenco beach and everyone was invited. We didn't realize they were putting out a feast of picadillo, with yellow rice, fried plantains, pasta salad, guava pastries and more. Thanks, Neil, Wanda and Steve for the perfect antidote to being inside too long!
|Wanda got more than the requisite five singings of Happy Birthday to You, once again beating the 'you ain't nothin' and nobody' without at least five'|
|Walt showed up with a new addition to his hat. It looks a lot better bobbing around.|
|Is this beautiful or is this beautiful?|
|A little side trip over to the beach because how can you be there and not go there?|
|I was way too full for cake but it was very pretty|
|Lit for a wish|
|May your wishes come true!|
Have a salve your sanity with serenity Saturday. Do something scrumptious.