in the end, we went to florida ...

we found this park in old san juan and i decided to want to live in it, and sleep in it, and eat rice and beans and pizza in it, all the time.
(photo courtesy of cake power flower hour)

We missed La Familia Railey every step of the way ...

here on the porch we relaxed and read books with words in them. sometimes in the hammock i tried to sleep, but palm fronds scraping a tin roof always woke me up. there was nothing to do. (thanks to lanie for another great photo).

how the haircut was

while i got my hair cut lanie took this picture of a casa viequense on her walk. she came in to the barbershop where we were talking about connecting vieques to the mainland with a bridge. "the old people are against it," said the barbero, "me, i want a bridge."

at the finca caribe in vieques these books were drying in the sun. lanie took this picture and then we went to the wave beach.