I’ve been listening to a lot of George Winston lately. My favorite album, “December”, I save for mid-summer, along with Amy Grant’s “A Christmas Album”. The one I’m listening to now, Winter Into Spring, is what it feels like around here, this first week in April. It’s technically Spring, but not quite. At least I’m listening to season appropriate music.
George left aboard sv Summer Wind last October for his 2nd winter at sea with Captain Nick. Their destination? As far south as they could get.
The Captain flew me in for 10 days while Summer Wind was anchored in Ponce, Puerto Rico, and we had a rental car at our disposal. That poor car.
We explored Ponce:
We enjoyed our favorite cuisine – street food. Meat on a stick is my fave.
We strolled along La Guancha at night taking in the smell of deep fried meat turnovers, and I found a lovely bartender who made me an excellent margarita.
We hiked through El Yunque Rainforest, supposedly the only tropical rainforest in the US National Parks system, however, a few friends disagreed. I don’t remember their arguments, but I’m sure they were good ones. The snails were really cool – like miniature flying saucers.
We drove 6 hours round trip to spend an hour at Arecibo Observatory. The car ride to get there was almost as memorable as the radio telescope, except I’ve blacked out most of it. The twisty, windy, narrow roads looking straight down sheer cliffs with no guardrails had me crouching under the dashboard. George took the coastal mountainless route back.
Back at the anchorage in Ponce:
The boat continued on without me with a stop in Guadeloupe. I’m joining them tomorrow in Martinique. Hope I remember my Creole.