Out and About Culebra

There was a fair bit more out and about than this post reflects but it brought home to me again that if you want to know what is going on around Culebra (and if you want to get anything done, for that matter), the best way is to hit the few streets of town. Maybe you have a mission, but even if you don't, things you want to have happen usually move forward by running into the right person at the right time. 

No, I wasn't expecting to run into this person

Example: I was waiting for my new phone to arrive and then I was waiting for the Post Office to re-open after lunch. The guy I wanted to talk to just 'happened' to be standing on the corner talking to another friend. Of course he was, that's who I needed to see most at that particular moment. I am, by far, not the only person to whom this occurs. Talk to anyone from here and you'll hear the same story over and over. 'Well,' you might say, 'it's a tiny place, of course you're going to run into everyone.' Except that isn't why. Believe it or not.

These were growing in a window box. Under the wood shavings.
Walt has a very good eye for small beauty.

Flower from the Cupey tree. I'd never seen one before.
Thanks for bringing that around, Myrna!!

This dropped off someone's vehicle and picked up by Myrna.
There are some good fittings in there.
Hopefully, it's been reunited with its owner.

I was told the surf was really high at Flamenco. Not as high as the day before, but impressive nonetheless. Looking at photos from earlier in the day by the couple that told me, it was a trip worth taking.

I think the waves weren't even as high as a few hours earlier
but it was still unusual for Flamenco 

Plenty of ions here to feel the power

With errands to run and chores to accomplish, the day is already getting by me. If half the list gets done, it will be an excellent 24 hours. May yours be even better.

Have a thematic Thursday. Do something thunderous.

Just Another Monday, er...Tuesday

For the first time in my Culebra house sitting life, I'm in town. I've never been a townie before, ever, and with only one two nights and one two early walkabouts, my reports are in, it's interesting, one word to cover a multitude of observations . The different noises, the much louder roosters (does the noise echo off the buildings? how can this be louder when I have so many wild roosters at home?). The slightest feeling of bustle.

Loud, proud and beautiful

Knowing all things 'town' are much closer to hand is fun, for this while. Get to the Post Office? Two minutes away! Bigger markets? A stroll. Restaurants and bars and ferry dock, oh my!

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.