Under Da Sea
Well, work was interrupted again this week due to intense, super crazy rain and thunderstorms. Although I would hate for this weather to last much longer than the week it's expected to, it is kind of fun at the moment. The stiffling humidity that builds up in the morning takes me back to the days I spent in Costa Rica with Alice and Molly, moving cinder blocks and bamboo, avoiding dance lessons, pretending to take notes and telling each other made up Indian stories as we walked along the beaches in the pitch black. We were "studying" Ridley Sea Turtles, in the midst of various other activities, which included community service, horseback riding (I triieedd to get out of it, but instead spent two hours pretending to be relaxed so the horse wouldn't sense my fear and then trample me), latin dance lessons, hiking, and the zipline (amazing). On many nights, we travelled out to the beach, with no lights (to avoid scaring the turtles) and looked for turtles. Although my memory holds only a two second clip of the turtle, because most of the space was taken up with memories of me, Molly and Al holding hands as we felt our way along the beach, pretending we were blind (because essentially we were), and telling stories and fearing the crocodiles that lived in the water we were wading through. The only real image I have from that memory is the phosphoresence sparkling at the edge of the water.
Although other times, humidity conjurs images from my trip to St. Lucia with Hannah and Alison, where we spent many days eating croissants on the beach, swinging off of pirate ships, climbing in volcanoes and smiling at the cute boys (ok, yes, that was just me).
Anyhoo, eventually the humidity bursts into the rain and thunder and lighting (which will always remind me of sitting in our short lived cabin in Albany, watching a bolt of lighting strike only about a hundred yards away). Then we pack up the painting camp and run home to enjoy the rest of our day. Mine will be spent reading great novels and writing essays, which will be followed by the cooking of a gourmet meal for my dear father, and finally I will clean the house. Either that or I will go to Alice's and watch Sex and the City....
Perhaps we should be concerned that Vermont is reminding me of semi tropical places?
Posted by lib at July 11, 2007 01:23 PM