|Loud, proud and beautiful|
Of course, over my time here, many of those things seem, in onesies, to have headed out my way: a ferreteria (Randaluz) with a liquor store, a market (Genesis) and soon, Susie's restaurant will be practically across the street. There's not the PO of course, or the bank. I don't mind in any way that they've not 'branched out' but who knows? Maybe there will be a mail delivery service one day - I doubt it though and that's okay, in fact, it's better than okay. It's Culebra, where picking up mail is a social event I'd miss. And I seriously don't mind the ferry dock not being in my end of the woods; I can hear the horn blow and that is enough confirmation for me.
Morning comes differently here, the light diffused by banana trees outside the window, early morning traffic, going to the ferry, going to work, opening up the day. At home, it's the neigh of the horses next door, awaiting grain, grass and water; the birds flying about looking for food of a different sort, the splash of a pelican on a dive.
A small island, but one of many parts. People who live in New York City tell me the same reality is at play, all under one umbrella of a city name but many different neighborhoods, each unique, each 'the best place' according to its denizens. Of course, they have sushi available 24/7 and even living in town for awhile doesn't hold out that hope for me here. I think we have a fair enough trade off though. At least, that's what I hear from New Yorkers...
Have a tend to your taste Tuesday. Do something territorial.