This Caribbean dry season is bone dry. Not a drop of rain and I am beginning to get concerned about the level of water in our cistern.
Today the sun shines like nobody’s business and the sea is a blinding combination of blues and greens. I leave Kendall at home working on the www.greenguana.com web site and drive to Paradise Beach for a swim and a delicious hot island lunch at the Hardwood Bar. On my way, I see goats, donkeys and cows at various spots in the road. When I first started driving here, I was afraid I would hit a cow or a goat, but these animals stroll across the roadway as calm as can be. All I have to do is drive at a moderate speed and keep an eye out. They don’t go dashing across the pathway at all. In fact, nothing moves fast here. Except maybe rumors. Gossiping or being a “maco” (minding other people’s business) is a big hobby.
Anyway, the baby goats are adorable. They frolic after their mothers, and I am always marveling to Kendall at how cute and tiny they are and how I want to bundle them up and take them home for a cuddle. I cannot complain about driving in Carriacou at all. It is splendidly relaxing, especially since the only traffic I have to be concerned about is a stray goat.
So, here I am on Paradise Beach, sitting on a wooden bar stool next to a sheltering almond tree and enjoying a lunch of fried kingfish, rice, coleslaw and a glass of Diet Coke with lime. I am reveling in that “on my own” feeling for all of an hour before I call Kendall on the cell phone and ask him if he wants to go driving around Carriacou with me, to take pictures of the beaches for our site. He say, No, without hesitation. He’s busy working, he says. Something about Guana’s no-nonsense seriousness and straightforwardness makes everyone else’s flirty-flirty manner seem so trivial and inconsequential. Including mine. Hrrmpf!
Okay, so I am suffering, sitting on this gorgeous beach, watching Sandy Island shimmer across the sparkling blue water. What the heck! I run into the water, arms spread wide, embracing the freedom of life in the lovely Caribbean. I dive in, the water is cool and a perfect temperature. I lie on my back and float looking at the shockingly blue sky. Heaven—that is what it is. Sometimes, I cannot help but feel that my life is missing absolutely nothing. I smile as I float with the gentle currents. It really does not get much better than this. Not for me, at least.
Today the sun shines like nobody’s business and the sea is a blinding combination of blues and greens. I leave Kendall at home working on the www.greenguana.com web site and drive to Paradise Beach for a swim and a delicious hot island lunch at the Hardwood Bar. On my way, I see goats, donkeys and cows at various spots in the road. When I first started driving here, I was afraid I would hit a cow or a goat, but these animals stroll across the roadway as calm as can be. All I have to do is drive at a moderate speed and keep an eye out. They don’t go dashing across the pathway at all. In fact, nothing moves fast here. Except maybe rumors. Gossiping or being a “maco” (minding other people’s business) is a big hobby.
Anyway, the baby goats are adorable. They frolic after their mothers, and I am always marveling to Kendall at how cute and tiny they are and how I want to bundle them up and take them home for a cuddle. I cannot complain about driving in Carriacou at all. It is splendidly relaxing, especially since the only traffic I have to be concerned about is a stray goat.
So, here I am on Paradise Beach, sitting on a wooden bar stool next to a sheltering almond tree and enjoying a lunch of fried kingfish, rice, coleslaw and a glass of Diet Coke with lime. I am reveling in that “on my own” feeling for all of an hour before I call Kendall on the cell phone and ask him if he wants to go driving around Carriacou with me, to take pictures of the beaches for our site. He say, No, without hesitation. He’s busy working, he says. Something about Guana’s no-nonsense seriousness and straightforwardness makes everyone else’s flirty-flirty manner seem so trivial and inconsequential. Including mine. Hrrmpf!
Okay, so I am suffering, sitting on this gorgeous beach, watching Sandy Island shimmer across the sparkling blue water. What the heck! I run into the water, arms spread wide, embracing the freedom of life in the lovely Caribbean. I dive in, the water is cool and a perfect temperature. I lie on my back and float looking at the shockingly blue sky. Heaven—that is what it is. Sometimes, I cannot help but feel that my life is missing absolutely nothing. I smile as I float with the gentle currents. It really does not get much better than this. Not for me, at least.
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