Hot

Damn, it's hot. Lizard weather.

I haven't seen much of the news. Was Castro sick or something? Did people die in Iraq by the scores? Do we still have a president who doesn't know what a Muslim is?

There's the sea here, and reefs. Fruit galore. Some cervezas in the shade. People who came here years ago for a little trip and never left, but with no fatal reason for having stayed. Locals who are really lovely - same as in the mountains. But every crunching step on the dirt or sand roads produces another drenched shirt, another yearning for a beer, another siesta in the waiting. The water is clear blue and green with abundant fish. It's inviting but it also means red, peeling skin, no matter how much sunscreen ones bathes in. Swim, sit in the shade, walk, drink, eat, sleep. The island being where the mind becomes a kind of curried mush.