Jesse had offered to take me out to the country on his monthly check in on some homes, for the last couple of months, but until yesterday, it hadn't worked out. Little spits of rain in the sunshine of early morning seemed trying for a "not today either" scale, but we decided to push on through and how glad I am that was the decision. The sun stayed out, the hiking was good, the views were amazing. I felt very happy that the dog seemed as wiped out as I was with walking - and we were both grinning.For those who don't live on small islands (smaller than say, Australia), out in the country means just the same thing as anywhere else, except it's just not that far from town. When I first moved to St. Croix and someone would tell me they lived 'in the country' I wondered where the heck they were talking about. But when my mental parameters of space and time shifted, it was obvious. On Culebra, it is the same. Somewhere around the corner by Las Delicias, it becomes 'the country'. And now, as dear Paul Harvey used to say, you know the rest of the story.
Thanks so much, Jesse!!
music by: Bruce Cockburn (pronounced Co-Burn, if you're asking)
