Waiting is a funny game. It's a game we play all the time. It's a game that if we win, we believe we have gotten one over on someone or something, maybe life itself; but if we lose, we lose with something far from grace. American culture teaches us to be poor players in the… Continue reading Waiting
A standard move---divide and conquer. We've used the technique so many times, how could it possibly fail? Ah, Grasshopper, how young is your understanding of these new worlds. This morning Clint took the girls horseback riding in the jungle while I ran errands in town and spent some time alone on the boat. I got… Continue reading Island Parenting or How to Buy Your Kid a Beer
I took five years of French in school. Lord help me if I need to find a bathroom because I can't remember much beyond fromage. That's cheese for all you non-Francophones. It has come as a pleasant surprise, then, to find that my two favorite islands so far are both French. St. Bart's is where… Continue reading Why Guadeloupe Rubs my Enchilada
The Bahamas was our home for about ten weeks. Given the enormity of the experience it seems like it was a lot longer than that. We were in so many different anchorages, saw so many islands, dived and hiked so many varied environments, and met so many interesting people that it's hard to imagine… Continue reading Just Squiddin’ Around
So a geophysicist walks into a bar and asks for two paddle boards, three large magnets, and a hovercraft. No…really. We met this guy on a beach in Culebra. He and his marine biologist girlfriend were with their parents enjoying some quiet family time. Conversation was made and it turns out he’s a bomb sniffer,… Continue reading Culebra is the Bomb(s)!!