Growing up on an island, I was accostumed to being surrounded by sea water. We always knew where we were in relation to the water's edge. The beach was so accessible that I took it for granted and did not actually go in the water that often. But I loved taking drives along the Isla Verde/Boca de Cangrejos coast. I did quite a lot of driving when my first marriage was ending. Somehow, seeing the vast expanse of the ocean made me feel like my troubles were small and my sadness was fleeting.
Today is Saturday, I have a whole day ahead of me to decide what to do. Or what not to do. There is so much cleaning to do in our house, more than can be done in one day. My husband Gabe is moving to a new office and has to get a lot of his files, books and papers out of our study. There is a gigantic pile of laundry in the dining room floor, and a new stove should be delivered sometime today. I am looking forward to getting the stove, it has been a wheek since I have cooked something that isn't microwaveable or a grilled cheese sandwich.
Of course, I would much rather be lying on a hammock between two palm trees on the beach at Boquerón.