It's Good to be Home!

When I told people I was coming home early this year, I heard a lot of "Why aren't you waiting?" and the truth is, it's easier to be home than to stress from far away. If this was a big city in the US, no doubt news would be easier to come by, but just like the Dorian devastated tiny islands in the Bahamas and how, for the most part, the story has faded from the news, which is a shame - there is still great need - that's what happens here with getting information on weather and any other thing of importance that is going on. I'm still learning to follow my guts instead of my brain. 

Greetings in the streets, catching up on local news, and the sense of home are all strong here and all good. So regardless of the time of year, it's almost always good to go away and it's always good to be home!

After a long, hot walk we were coming back into town and noticed that Zaco's was open. On a Saturday. A veer in the path and Zach was telling us that the hours for now are Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. I think that's what he said anyway. He showed us some scallions crepes that Heather had made and described the dish they would become. It was a no brainer, we'd come back for dinner. 

It wasn't called Crepes de Scallions, it was Veggie Gordita Pizza

Zach advised us to make sure and mix up all the ingredients to gather in all the goodies with each bite. Advice taken but after I forgot to take a photo. It was prettier before that was done. Oops!

If it comes back as a special, I'd happily get it again

During the meal, we could hear live music, coming from next door, so after eating and visiting with friends, we went by to enjoy a few minutes of classic Culebra. It's always good to hear the family playing and singing, usually for some event, but this was just family and friends enjoying being together, with only a very small audience of appreciators.

This should have been a video.
The music would have made up for the bad lighting!
Next time.

Walking out in the early morning to go check out the houseboat and dinghy, the mugginess that fills the days was still an hour or so away. There is so much in bloom right now that it made the walk shorter, eye grazing along the way.

In the not quite true daylight, these blooms were like little firecrackers

I know these aren't violets, but they are so violet and seem to always be in shy places. 

With a long train of disturbed weather out there and varying certainties of what will happen next, I'm not on the houseboat for the next few days. Karen is looking like a rain event so far, sliding slightly to the west of us, and perhaps being downgraded before the end of the day. That would be nice.

There is the ease of being in town (thanks, friend!), getting the things done that need to be done upon returning. If you need to see someone, they miraculously pop up in front of you, at the store, on the street, in the Post Office, eating a meal. The sweetness of this place...

Have a manageable Monday. Do something moveable.