Back in Vieques- Day 3

Day 3

The days are just getting better and better. The sun is brighter, the horizon clearer, and it’s the weekend, so it’s party time. Not to say people don’t party here during the week, but…

I started as usual with breakfast at the Hacienda, which is where I write this, and then off to the office, Roy’s. I did of course run into a few friends and clients I hadn’t seen yet, and David cajoled me into trying one of his fresh baked biscuits Georgia style, which was great. I visited with Sheila of Vieques Fine Properties briefly as she was ordering breakfast on the run, ah… the life of a realtor, and I met some new home owners who just bought a home in Pilon with an incredible view.

After sharing some time with Joey, the manager of Vieques Car Rental, I headed out to walk around town a little. I stopped to see the new location of Sol Creations, on the corner of the “town square,” and visited and window shopped all the wonderful, breathable cotton designs she has for men and women, and was as engrossed in the architecture of the old historic house as much as the fashions. Leaving there, I headed across to the square and the historic Bar Plaza and the Mayor’s Office Complex. I strolled by the catholic church and down towards the ferry and Mar Azul, where I stopped to visit Helen at Island Real Estate. She and Denny have been friends forever and she is also the owner of Vieques Events, Vieques premiere cultural and events publication. Our visit end with Denny calling saying he had brought home Ensalada de Carrucho for lunch, and nothing holds up a great conch salad, so we parted and my walk continued across the street to Mammasonga’s for lunch.

After a tasty lunch, I wandered back across town to my car, and spied the Methodist church, which had undergone a renovation job started the year before. It looked fabulous and so bright and sunny. The cross in front of the wall is a "Terry Price" original. Terry was an incredible sculpture in steel. He had an eye for creating. I paused to catch a view of the harbor and all the sailboats, and then back up the main street to get back to my car. The ferry didn’t run on schedule today, and on a weekend, that’s a real hardship on all the businesses from the public drivers to the restaurant and food kiosk purveyors. Needless to say town was pretty slow for a Saturday afternoon.

Back in Esperanza the Malecon was fairly quiet for a Saturday, but as oyu can see, the weather is beautiful. Just passed on through though and headed to Blanco’s colmado for some rudimentary dinner supplies as I’m heading home for a swim in the pool, read some Joel Goldsmith, and spend a quiet night at home.

Epilogue: I was early to bed and awakened at 2:30 AM by music from one of the bars on the Malecon, and again at 3 and 3:30. It sounded like it was just outside the window. It was blasting and it'a couple miles down the road. It wouldn’t have bothered me, but that Salsa-Reggae beat got my feet to movin’ and twitchin’ each time. It was just a tease each time, a temptation I resisted. Ah…. Free will!

jim