Tiny Home Tuesday

I didn't get what I wanted to get for today's post (a tiny home here) because I've been doing things that take up my time for monetary recompense - I'd call it working but it's too enjoyable for that label, tiring but enjoyable.

Then I realized, as I looked at photos I took yesterday, that today's tiny home entry would be Culebra itself. I think a 3 x 7 mile island qualifies as a tiny home, and if it didn't before, it does now.

When I was done with my non-work work yesterday I headed to Dinghy Dock to unwind the muscles and brain. But the first sight I had was these kayaks, rafted up to this boat. Who's were they? What was the story? The only story I could get was that some young people were kayaking for charity, from Grenada maybe, going to, who knows where. Oh, and that the kayaks had been there all day long, first tied up on the dock and then moved to provide room for other dinghies.

Loaded up - where else but Culebra could you leave your gear laden kayaks with people you never met before? No, we're not Paradise, but Paradox is pretty close

Juanito and Kai, flying hair and smiles

Take the long way home

As dusk approached, still no kayak people. Driven by curiousity, I headed down to Hotel Kokomo, where supposedly they'd checked in early in the day for a good landside snooze. No one really knew who or what I was talking about and whoever checks people in there, Mike? wasn't around.

The last ferry had come and gone so the plaza was fair game for skateboarding. This one kid was in the middle of the empty road, skating on one board and carrying another. He did a couple of cool tricks and we talked as I walked toward home. Then he went his way and I went mine. More moments I love our tiny home.

See you around, kid

Just like smaller structures, tiny homes for a whole everyday life aren't for everyone. For every person enchanted by Culebra, three more are bored silly very quickly. Not much nightlife and what we have is shared with people who you've most likely worked with or run into along the daily path of errands. The biggest tangible abundance is limited choices, which is why the first thing we ask when someone comes back from traveling isn't what did you see? - that comes second - it's What Did You Eat?

If you get a new pair of shoes, you never have to worry that no one will notice, because all your friends WILL notice and give their opinion of love 'em (then you have to be ready with ordering info and price) or hate 'em (then you have to be ready with a feigned kick in the shin). And those shoes better be slightly waterproof, as it seems we get into water a lot around here, hot, not so often, for play, more likely.

If you hear the ambulance or a plane flying late at night, you're probably going to know who left and why by the time your first cup of coffee is drained, if not before. A pregnancy for a friend, or a friend of a friend, is an awaited event that gets celebrated all over town.

For good and bad, glad and sad, tiny homes have their cramped spaces, their huge front porches, cobwebs in the corners and shared meals on the table. They aren't for everyone, but this one is for me.

Have a test your timensions Tuesday. Do something thanklessly thoughtful.