Culebra Town Walks ~ Out and About

Last week was a good week for walkabouts. So good that if the mozzies don't decide to bleed me to death, I might keep on going. Seeing the familiar closer, with a chance to stop at will keeps my eyes a little bit more open, my brain a little bit more tranquil. What's not to like?

There are a lot of intriguing doors on Culebra. Here are just a few, but I'm collecting them now. Even the word portal is intriguing, with its potential for imagination of what lies behind it. A few of Sue Kinkoski's paintings involve portals, and they are some of the ones that draw me in the most (you can find out more about Sue's work by giving her a call).

Maybe my favorite doors on Culebra. Maybe.

The bumper sticker says, in Spanish, Save What's Left

For some reason, the gates to Arte Fango (now) and the other incarnations of this spot, have always been so interesting to me. Maybe because of the openness of the rest of the area, maybe because I slipped things through the bars any number of times, dropping things off with Kim. Barely there, yet so effective! If you've been to New Orleans, or walked around Old San Juan or a hundred other places with wrought iron gates and teasing views, you know exactly what I mean.

A few more of my favorite things. If you've seen them here before, oh boy! Here's another chance to enjoy!

A wind generator, solar panels, windows, what more do you need? This is seriously ador-able.

Head into the wind

The idea of ever getting tired of 'looking down the bridge' is beyond even my imagination

Because I'm in town now I decided, on a night sleep was keeping its wary distance from me, to go walkabout at night. Late at night. Very late, for me. Maybe I do this once a year, aside from New Year's Eve, and if nothing else, it's worth seeing the looks on a few young faces, like seeing your 4th grade teacher at the movies.

Juanita Bananas and El Batey, cooking up some fine eats

Inside, Tinglao was playing.

Dress code: Casual.

One of the rare times I'm up late enough to see this loves to start late in the evening band!

Down at the ferry dock it was quiet. I think Culebra was in a post-4th hangover mode, a crazy for fun kid whose batteries had run down. Finally.

That's how fast Fede is.

These people thought I was amused at the fact that they had 12 (they told me, so I know) people on this golf cart. I wasn't.

As beautiful on the inside!

Hannah looking quite the 30's girl.

Jorge in the zone

Dinghy Dock was the most awake of anyplace at midnight. I haven't heard the congas in a long time and they set my feet moving, which was just enough, very shortly thereafter, to draw Mr. Sandman close enough for a snuggle.

Have a matchless Monday. Do something miscellaneously maverick.

So That's What Happens on a Full Moon Friday Night!

To say I don't stay out late is a bit of an understatement, and an old joke around here. But last night was a wonderful night to break the norm. A great dinner at Zaco's (glad I got in early to snag a table), where, across the street the house I took a photo of the other day was all lit up and Christmassy.

Then it was a stroll down to Blue at the Spot. Which is the Spot, including the stretch of sidewalk from the Chinese restaurant to Heather's Pizza and a bit beyond. If you are inclined you can mosey down the street and around the corner to Sandbar, but we didn't do that last night. There was plenty going on right where we were, including a fine time catching up and just enjoying the company of two friends down for the holidays. Thanks, Sue and Keith, for being so you. I'm still smiling.

We stood and sat around,  talking, laughing, getting hugs from and giving hugs to friends who wove in and out and around, like a magically choreographed pas a deux except a lot more than deux. Or dos. Or two. With only one spilled drink (the usual way I spill drinks; there it is, sitting on the table, and I fling my hand in gesticulation, hit the straw and there it goes, which is WHY I should stick to the sippy cup) but I think only the table got splashed. If not, sorry!.

Out of that richly thin magical air appeared some music makers, hand drums and a sax player. I knew three of them but who was playing that sweet saxophone? Caroline's father! After knowing her all these years I'd never met him before; what a nice introduction. My new camera, hooray!, is in the mail - thank you, Sarah, for doing what Amazon won't, ie sending electronics to PR - and I wish I'd had it last night, but hopefully, you'll get the feel of the moment(s).

I loved seeing Caroline making music with her Papa!

Culebra Street Life

Moving inside Blue...

Gretchen and Caroline belting out some tunes

 A good full moon night. Shine on, Culebra!

Have a soul sated Saturday. Do something sweetly satisfying.