Archive for March, 2010

Riverbank Flowers

March 10th, 2010

I remember being on the bank of the river when she came along. She was so cute… blonde, petite, so very, very shy. She held a few wild flowers in one hand, and with the other fanned aside the grass looking for the rare glimpses of beauty that you can only find when and where you least expect them.

She looked up, a bit startled that someone else was there, and turned as if to walk away, then stopped, and slowly, with a small smile decided to find out why I was there… She walked down to the river’s edge and looked at herself in the water then over at me… I gave a small smile, did not say a word, and waited. I could almost hear the conversation going on in her head, and that caused me a chuckle that I kept inside. I just looked back out onto the river and watched the calm solid flow go by. I did not want to intrude on her walk, or her thoughts, or her life, although it would have been nice to meet her..

I heard a light sound in her direction and even though I did not want to look around (I was afraid to look disappointed if she was walking away and looked back), I just glanced over as quickly as I could and saw her walking slowly but resolutely in my direction. It was easy to turn my glance into a smile, turn my smile into a greeting, and, standing, turn my greeting into a welcome. She held out one of her flowers to me, a silent introduction that was so appealing it was irresistible. She said her name, and it resonated in my soul (still does to this day). I answered with a small “follow me” gesture and showed her, just up the bank a small group of raspberries that were sweet and ripe, warm from the afternoon sun. The cute laugh she gave upon seeing these was a wonderful reward for a chance find earlier in the day… I gathered up 10-15 of the berries and handed then to her with the words “I wish they were rubies”.

She smiled and curtseyed and accepted them as if they were the crown jewels of a small country. She lay the flowers down on the bank and one by one popped the raspberries into her mouth. When she was finished, we both scoured the bushes for the wonderful taste each of those beautiful fruits gave to the afternoon. We were like children on an Easter egg hunt. Each find was a sweet bond that we built in a few minutes, an amazing stroke of luck, and an introduction arranged by the gods.

We went back to the river bank and talked, and talked, and explored the world in a dream, and the dreams in the world. It was beauty in a moment, and time, like the river, flowed by so softly, so surely. As the warmth of the afternoon turned to the cool of the evening we stood up, and each in their separate direction turned to leave. I watched as she walked away, then in a flurry, like a swift breeze, turned, ran back, gave a little kiss to my cheek, and ran away with a laugh that rode on the wind for what it seemed were hours, but I knew were just seconds…

I stayed on the river bank until the sun went completely down, hoping to capture the magic, and the warmth, and the beauty of the day. When it at last turned to night, I walked back to my car with dreams of raspberries and rubies and a kiss on the cheek.

Riverbank Flowers Redux

March 10th, 2010

When I wrote Riverbank Flowers and sent it to the lady, I was pleased by the romantic quality of the meeting. The lady in question however was struck not so much by the meeting as the parting and found the story sad… I had not seen this angle, and, going home that evening, wrote the continuation…….

Sometimes time doing nothing is a friend, sometimes time doing nothing is an enemy, sometimes time doing nothing is just a week of wasted time.

I had not stopped thinking of the raspberries, the rubies or the girl since she had left me on the riverbank. I had her first name, but no way to get in touch with her, and I sat, feeling a bit sorry for myself, until I realized that a week of wasted time was just too much if I really wanted to recapture the magic. I thought over our conversations, and one thing I did remember, was that she had said that one of her greatest pleasures was a Saturday morning coffee at a small Italian patisserie on the Rue St Elzéar. I spent Tuesday night driving up and down the Rue St. Elzéar, and had never realized that there were so many patisseries there. I did narrow it down to two, a Café Antonio, and a Gout de Milano, both of which sounded vaguely Italian. The first, however did not look like the style of restaurant that she would “love”, and so, at 6:30 the next Saturday morning, I positioned my self, with three newspapers and slim hopes at the second, ordered myself a café, and sat down to wait.

I was on my second paper and my third café when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, and a quiet laughing voice beside my ear saying, “Took you long enough to get here”. I smiled and turned.

I was happy that she was here, proud that I had figured out the patisserie on the first try, angry at myself that I had wasted a whole week doing it, and sad that I had missed in our conversation what she considered an open invitation and a very broad hint. Even these feelings could not erase the smile from my face, or the renewed sense of magic that had just walked in. I asked her if she would join me for a coffee, and promptly ordered one for her and a large milk for me. I thought that four coffees in a morning would be a touch too much.

This time I got her name, address, phone number, where she worked and wanted to know so much more, but there is only so much you can ask in the first 30 seconds. I was quite sure that I did not want this magic to escape a second time. I gently lifted one of the newspapers and there appeared as if by the connivance of a magician two roses. I handed one to her and kept the second. I could not be sure, but I believe that the smile covered a small blush and brought back to her the flowers, and the memories, and the feelings of the riverbank. I told her that I had not imagined her without flowers in her hand, and had to return the favour of the beautiful gift of our first meeting.

The conversation spread to the news items in the newspapers which covered the table in front of me, and once again I was entranced by the sound of her voice, the feel of her hand (as every once in a while she would reach out and touch my arm, just to make a point), and the cute way she sipped her coffee, and talked, and got excited about things, and, and, and. There is only so much happiness that the human soul can contain, and it felt so good to feel my heart growing in an effort to hold all the joy that this moment was giving me. Somewhere in the morning I remember the soft touch of her knee against mine. For what seemed like the longest time, I did not dare to move. I had half a feeling that she was of exactly the same mind. We talked and smiled and acted as if nothing was different, yet there was an electricity from that simple connection, an energy that built in such a subtle fashion that it was barely recognizable, yet became utterly irresistible. Only when the waiter came with a refill for the coffee was the spell broken, the touch released, and the electricity gone but never forgotten.

I sat back, calmly listening and talking, when all I really wanted to do was stand up and yell at the world that they could not understand true magic until they had sat and talked with this girl, this person, this woman, this…. and it hit me that there are times when you almost have to make up new words for the thoughts and emotions that are contained in wonderful situations. I often think that these situations go by us unnoticed at the time at which they happen, but I was noticing everything, my mind working overtime to store away these memories like a great treasure to be brought our and admired at some future date.

We went through all three papers, a musical critique of almost every song that played on the radio in the café, the sea, the sky, and just as we were beginning to get started knowing each other, it was time for her to leave again.

This was not the mysterious disappearance of the riverbank, but an orderly ritual of courtship, played out by millions over and over again, and yet each time fresh, each time exciting, rarely sorrowful, often just a preview of the joy of seeing each other one more time in the future.

I paid and asked her if I could walk her to her bus. She smiled, and agreed, and as we walked out onto the street, I felt a small, soft hand reach out and gently hold mine.

Riverbank Flowers Remembered

March 10th, 2010

After a few requests for more on this couple, I decided I had to write a fitting end, for, as much as I liked the idea, the meeting had been the plan and the second part a blossoming. I needed a point from which I could write more if necessary, but which would allow me to leave the story as it was, an encapusulation…


It had been a year, although at times it seems like just a moment, at times an eternity. I saw the anniversary as a celebration of happiness, and on an excuse, I am sad to say I cannot remember now, we drove out to the country on that early Sunday morning. I took a route that was quite a bit longer than necessary, and pretended to be quite lost in search of our announced destination (for which she teased me very lightly, but did not scold, did not lecture… and therein lay one of he many reasons I loved her).

I pulled up at a gas station which I knew would be closed, as it is where I had parked a year earlier, and having gotten out and looked around, came back quite forlorn with the news that there was no one here to help us find our way. I suggested that we take a break, just to avoid getting frustrated, and mentionned that I had see a nice path in back of the Garage.

She had always loved walking in nature, and as she had on casual clothing, she agreed readily. We started down the path, and rounding a turn I heard a very soft “oh my…” behind me as she recognised the river, and the bank and the raspberry bushes. She stopped…. and a very soft, beautiful look came over her face. I could have sworn there was a small tear in her eye (although she always denied it after that day).

“I thought you had forgotten.”

I told her that I remembered every time I saw her come around a corner. I remembered each time I looked up and saw her near me. I remembered in countless dreams, and unnumbered happy thoughts.

I reached down into the raspberries and pulled up a small cooler I had hidden the day before, unfolded the cloth to lay on the ground, and set two small flutes on the grass beside us. She sat down, silent and happy, and watched as I poured a little bit of champagne into the two glasses from a half bottle still cool from the ice that had surrounded it.

I reached down once again and came up with a small box which I presented to her as if they were the crown jewels. As she opened it up, a small delicate chain with three small rubies slithered from the box. I picked it up, presented it to her and said “I wish they were raspberries”.

This was not a very expensive gift, as I am not (yet.. she will always add) a rich man, but she looked at these three stones as if they were the world`s greatest treasure, and then looked at me as if I were. I have never had a better “Thank You”. I could never wish for one.

I don`t remember us saying much that afternoon, as we lay back on that riverbank and watched the river flow by, marking the minutes, hours, and the year that had passed. This time we walked back up the path together, her soft hand in mine, her head leaning lightly, softly, gently against my shoulder, and once on that path, she reached up and gave me a light, sweet kiss on the cheek.

Rainy Forests

March 12th, 2010

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

A nice hike through a tropical rain forest, full of orchids, beautiful flowers (and the only thing that counted to me… beautiful you), small fauna, and towering mountains off to our right was the right idea at the right time this morning. This was the dry season and therefore there was no problem or danger, and we could see the capital city from any rise in the forest floor. Unfortunately, no one had told the rain gods that it was the dry season, and, at 1PM, like a church bell, the thunder started and from a clear blue sky it was raining buckets within one minute.

I had seen this type of rain in Saint Lucia, and know better than to be in a low spot at the base of mountains in rains like this. The water was so thick that I even has trouble seeing you, and you were holding my hand. The guide rushed by, chasing an elderly lady who had headed downhill. I pulled on your hand and headed up the side towards a high spot that we had left just 10 minutes ago… You pointed in the guide’s direction, but I could not hear a word you were saying between the noise of the thunder and the steady rush of the wind and rain… I just gathered you up along with one or two others in our group and headed back for the shelter and height above.

I noticed an animal running as fast as he could uphill and felt a bit comforted with my decision..

The ground was becoming slippery now, and one of the small girls in our group was having trouble gaining traction. The mother had two others to contend with. I popped the girl on my shoulders and kept on moving. I could see streams to our left and right where there had not been streams before, and the rain was getting stronger if anything. I moved every over to the mound of stones that bordered the path. When we had been coming down a few minutes ago, we had all asked why they were there, as they were not in keeping with the tropical beauty around us. The guide had shrugged and said nothing, but it was becoming clear to me that they were meant for the rainy season when the paths and fields would become treacherous. I had seen the same type of thing in other parts of the world, and wondered, just for a second, why I had not recognized it on the way down, thinking it was just there as part of a civil works project. It was not as comfortable to walk on as the smooth path, and one or two complained (although I could not hear the words, the pointing and faces communicated the meaning well). I stopped and told them to really look at the path. The water had soaked in so far already that tiny chunks of mud were starting to stream downhill. And the path was turning into its’ own little stream. I went to the mother and offered to take a second of the children, but you acted directly taking the youngest out of her arms and pointing at her to take care of the middle one… I was very proud of you at that moment (as I always am, really) for you showed no concern, just determination, no worry, just confidence and, even in this situation, I smiled… I knew why I had fallen for you, and this was just another reminder.

We trudged up the rocky road, and twice I pointed out to those with anger on their face a tree sliding upright and gracefully down the hill. Mudslides were the worst here, and I gave a thought to the guide who had gone off after the lady. I admired his bravery and dedication for he knew what was about to come.

The top of the hill appeared before us like a magic trick and we all ran under the small roofs that had just sheltered us from the sun a while ago. They offered little protection from the rain, but they did spell some sort of security… I finally had time to look at you closely… You were returning children to the mother, consoling one person here, another there… in other words, being perfect. You looked like you had just entered a wet t-shirt contest, and without the bra the effect was there. I went over and peeled the shirt from your skin just to put a bit of air in, but the smile on my face, and the laugh inside just would not go away, no matter how gentlemanly or serious I tried to be. Just then I saw the guide come out of the forest on the other side of the clearing with 9 or 10 people glued to him, including the original downhill lady, and figured he must have known another path up… His face was a picture of relief at seeing all of us there, and he ran around counting noses.

The look on his face at the end of his count was enough to tell me that we were all there, and that there would be no tragedy tonight…

The rain stopped…. Just like that…. One second it was a roaring waterfall, the next… nothing. The silence shut everybody up. Not a bird was calling, not a sound was being made. No wind… nothing. And then came the sun, full and unashamed, as if nothing had happened. I reached over for your hand, and found that you were already two hands on my arm. I am not sure if that was because you were cold, or hiding your spectacular wet t-shirt contest entries, or maybe you just liked me…. I put my other hand on one of yours, and led you out into the sun. The heat of the day would dry your clothes in minutes, and almost as soon as we stepped into the sun steam started to rise from your clothes. “Not the way I was hoping to warm you up”, I said, “but it will do for now.”

The guide herded us all together and took us back to the rock mound road and back the way we had come in the morning. Tomorrow, or the day after, this would be a wonderful memory, today it was just a walk in the woods…

It HAD seemed like a good idea this morning.

I had been writing stories for a lady who had to go visit her family and get in some great shopping (one of her passions) for the Christimas holidays. Since it was cold both here and there, I offered to provide warmth over each of the days that she was gone, in this case from Christmas eve and for the next 8 days.

Day 1 – Deserted Islands

It had been a joke, a reference to an old email story I had written, but we had decided to give it a try, and now, as the small boat chugged towards the horizon we found ourselves on a desert island in the middle of the pacific for 7 days. We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and laughed, mostly in disbelief that we would do something like that.

As we had been warned, there was no housing, no facilities, and our only connection with the land in case of emergency was a satellite phone safely stowed in a waterproof case. This was the first thing we had checked when the packsacks containing our supplies were offloaded.

Walking a bit inland from the beach was a tour into the past of our species. We were not allowed to cut any of the trees (and there were other rules that we had to read and sign as well), so we did a quick reconnaissance for a cave. Others had been here before, and from the testimonials on the web page, had enjoyed it thoroughly, so we figured there would be no lions and tigers and bears…. As a matter of fact there was a path that led up, and it was up to us how far we wanted to get away from the beach. We settled for a flat area flanked by two valleys that came down from the mountain above. The peak was obviously a volcano, and you had asked on the boat when was the last time it erupted. All that got was a shrug from the boatman, but, looking at the dense forestation of the island it was obvious that the last one had been many years, if not centuries, ago. No smoke, no worries….

I asked you why we were not going to camp down near the clear stream we could see running through the valley, and you looked over and gave the correct answer “Because I do not want to go through a flood like the one we saw in St. Lucia”. Satisfied with the educational part of our journeys, I turned, as you explained to me that the valleys must have been carved out by water rushing down from the mountains in a rainstorm. I just smiled. I enjoy when we can connect the dots and go back to a previous voyage and join it up to one of the current ones. Makes me feel like all this travelling is worth something.

The sun was starting to go down, and I hustled a bit to put up the light spring form tent, and run down to the spring for water. The walk back up was going to be my exercise for the day, and I fully intended to bring down a larger container next time and arrange for some sort of storage up top. Just below the campsite, I noticed a small overhang with a bowl like area underneath it. In the morning I would make two or three trips and fill this bowl, so that when we needed water, we would just have to go a few feet. The overhang would keep it out of the sun and the rock would keep it cool… You liked the solution and gave me one of your wonderful smiles that I get as a reward for having done something smart in your eyes. I looked forward to solving more conundrums in the days ahead.

I gathered dried fronds, and two rotten but dry logs and prepared a fire that we would light later in the evening. I asked if I should try to make a bow to start a fire by friction, and you pulled a bic out of your sack… with a large smile, the one when you have done something clever in your eyes. I was quite sure that, barring something unforeseen, we were set for the night and looked around. I saw a plateau up above us and proposed climbing up there and back before dinner, just to look around from a higher vantage point and plan tomorrow’s forays. You agreed, but, before leaving, you took my arms and turned me around toward the ocean.

I realized that not only was our campsite safe, dry and secure, but the view was magnificent as we looked down on the large beach, then over at one or two smaller ones and out over the ocean. There was no land to be seen at all from here which meant that the closest land must be more than 10 miles away. I was admiring the view when you became practical, and started us up the rocky path to the plateau. “Enough time for stargazing later, let’s find out what this ledge of yours has on it”.

The climb was tougher than it looked, and there were times when we both used each other to get over rocky areas, or around blocked off pathways. Eventually, the plateau was before us, as we had not realized that we had actually climbed above and behind it on our way up. Here the view was even more spectacular. Two volcanic islands could be seen in the distance this time, small grey bumps above the ocean. There was a water pool toward the back and the whole area was smooth and covered with a soft white dust. I thought of moving the campsite here until you pointed out a piece of cloth tangled in a tree downhill from the edge. You realized before I did that this was the remains of a tent that had been swept off this plateau during a heavy rainstorm. This would become a spectacular waterfall in the event that it rained and I would rather be watching it from a dry place. “I hope no one was hurt” you said, and I admired that your first thought was of others.

“So do I”.

Slowly our eyes scoured the landscape. Points of interest were pointed out, including a nice site far towards the end of the island where we could spend the night if we decided to go the whole circumference of the island.

You touched my shoulder gently, and pointed at the sun. I agreed and we started down the rocks toward the campsite before the shadows became dangerous.

We reached camp long before the sunset, and had a gentle fire going after the sun went down. The wonderful thing was that there were no mosquitoes at all, although we had seen dragonflies and other insects. Before going to sleep I killed the fire with sand and looked up at the night sky. It is amazing how many stars there are in the sky when seen from a truly remote place. They were like snowflakes on a ski hill and I can understand the religious instincts that our ancestors had felt.

You snuggled up against me as we pointed out constellations, then realized that we were in the southern hemisphere so none of what we know counted except for Orion, but that was where “your” star was anyway, so we smiled and made up our own constellation. The night was warm and wonderful, having you hold me made it perfect, and falling off to sleep with you in my arms, I knew there would be more stories on this island for the rest of the week that we were here.

Somewhere in the night a bird called out, but, I must confess that this was the last thing I heard.

Day 2 – A long walk on a short Island

The morning sun was already partway up the sky when I opened my eyes. The wonder of the late night sky had kept us away far beyond our bedtime. You were already up and puttering around the edge of the camp, but turned and smiled as you saw me move..

“You should have woken me up”

“I just wanted you to get some rest, that is what this vacation is all about”

Again the caring side of you amazed and pleased me.

I turned and reached into the backpack. “Merry Christmas” I said, and handed you a slim packet, hidden amongst the supplies. You opened it to find the gold bracelet you had admired on our last trip down to New York. The only difference were the three small rubies I had made the jeweler embed In the gold.

“How could you have gotten this?” you said. “I was with you all the time”. The smile told me you knew what the three rubies were, and they were a bit bigger this time out, and the bracelet immediately went on your arm… “I want a tan line for when we get home…”

“Sometimes it is good to be sneaky and resourceful”, I responded.

“Merry Christmas”, you kissed, and I realized that my present came every day of every year… “I had almost forgotten that today was Christmas… but come over for breakfast”.

I stretched up and out of the thin bedding and went over to find a fire and a small breakfast, with knife and fork and……. A small walkman like device that I had talked about using to replace my phone, memo. GPS, etc…. “So you can always lead us to wonderful adventures” you said, and I had my breakfast, my love of gadgets and you fully satisfied.

“Where did you hide this?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”, and I decided that I did not, as some things are better being wonderful mysteries.

The day was beautiful and had a touch of chill in the air, which was a bit of a surprise at these latitudes, but I realized that the air was coming in from the ocean and providing the air conditioning for the morning only. I would be best served to dress lightly and wear lots of the sunscreen that you always insisted I wear (and without which I would be a burning bush somewhere along the trail). Here is where I admired your tanned skin, which seemed to worship the ray, and yet I knew that you had probably already been up and protected yourself long ago.

We decided to explore the long end of the island, and took along two days food in case we had to sleep overnight. Taking the beach would have been the easy way, but the panoramic view of the plateau last night had revealed a trail just a bit above us that seemed to go in that direction. Finding the trail was easy, and it did take us towards that end of the island. I thought a bit as to what had made the trail, as it seemed wide for a game trail and fairly well used, and figured that there was either some animal life running along here, or all tourists discovered this trail rather easily. Whichever was the case, this was an excellent road and we made good time along the ridge of the mountain above us. At first I led, just to test what we were getting into, but after a while, you walked into the lead, and I had to admit that the view improved markedly.

Every once in a while an opening would appear in the trail and the ocean would appear framed, expansive, blue surprising and wonderful. These became a wonderful excuse for a moment’s pause, a hand being held, once or twice a small kiss, or two bodies leaned together for mutual strength or comfort, and then we would be off on the trail. You would stop from time to time to exclaim over the beauty of a flower or a frond along the side of the path, and one of the framed openings had you running downhill about 50 yards to examine a tree that was all flowers and stood cream and white against the green forest. These we saw more and more as we neared the end of the island…. Whole groupings of flowering trees coming to greet us like a built in florist shop. I christened them “Our Poinsettias” in honour of the day, you just called then “oooooh they’re pretty!!”.

The end of the trail jumped up from behind a bend, and we were on a large slope of very soft grass which led to a huge beach.

“This must be where most hurricanes come ashore, pushing sand, and uprooting any shrubs or trees that dare to grow over its’ territory.”

Behind us, the forest arose strong and united, while in front of us was a free zone, meant to run in like children. I wondered what type of grass this was that it grew so soft and feathery, and looked for seeds that I could stick into a pocket and try to grow at home. The time of year must not have been right, for no seeds were to be see, only the vast green lake. We walked to the side of the lake and re-entered the forest as the path appeared again in front of us. Another half hour or so would get us to the end of the island and we would be able to see the famous view… The other side of the mountain.

A noise in front of us was a jolt of reality in a picture postcard walk, and I walked with you off the trail, just to be safe. That turned out to be a good thing as about one minute later about 15 wild pigs came down the path like a freight train, and showed us what maintained the path. It was almost like something in an old cartoon, and I could imagine the railway gates with the flashing lights and the “ding-ding-ding” sound as the herd passed. 20 seconds later quiet descended back on the jungle and we got back on the trail.

“I wonder what preys on the wild pigs?”. Just a thought as we headed onward.

A new sound was up ahead, a thunder that kept increasing in volume as we got closer. I heard you gasp, even over the sound as we came out of the forest, and I came up beside you to see what you have observed. It was a dream, or a movie. There was a large waterfall, coming from about 100 feet overhead and spraying into the ocean. The path continued through the back of the waterfall, and although we have all seen this in the movies, usually with the way too good looking leading man leading the terrified but extraordinarily scantily dressed actress towards or away from danger, this was an opportunity to be soaked in warm fresh water and to feel the spray and the steam all over our bodies. When we came out the other side, we went back for a return ride, laughing like children, for this was too beautiful, too unreal.

Finally we were able to tear ourselves away from the fall and continue around the end of the island.

The two sides could not have been more different, and we resolved to stay near the waterfall for tonight as the sun started to get lower, and we just lay back in the afternoon sun, drying off and singing holiday songs in the key of waterfall.

Day 3 – Boxing Day

Daylight found us soaked to the skin in the warm air. The wind had shifted overnight and the soft spray from the waterfall had drifted in the direction of our nice dry campsite. The air was so warm though that it did not feel uncomfortable or wake us up,

You came up the hill to find me playing with my new toy, trying to find a map of this island on the GPS. As a matter of fact, there was no island mentioned in the GPS at this location. I mentioned that I had texted the location to my son, just in case, and the satellite internet function worked like a charm. You had known, always known I guess, how much I loved the technologically advanced toys that our current world provided us, and had made a wonderful choice. I thanked you again, and was rewarded with one of THOSE smiles.

“By the way, it is 1263 miles to the nearest mall with a boxing day sale” as I glanced up from my device, and you sighed… One of your great hunting days of the year and you were on a desert island with a little boy playing with his toy… I saw you move the bracelet on your arm and there was a very faint silhouette there. You smiled and moved it back into place.

The backside of the island was a sheer cliff face as far as we could see and it looked as if someone had come along and chopped a third of the island off. It rose to an immense height from the water and waves crashed against the bottom, where large rocks could be seen. These had obviously fallen from the side of the cliff, and I mentioned that we should not get too close to the edge. You asked if we were going to go up the cliffs, or go back the way we had come, and I left it up to you. You thought about it for a while as I cooked breakfast, and decided that we had not come 14000 miles to wus out, so, after breakfast and a shower near the waterfall, we set out, hand in hand.

There was no path up to the heights, but we found that, by climbing a few very steep hills and helping each other around tight places we could get there. The climb was worth it even though we are not, by nature, hiking or even very long walking people except for the way too fast exercise walks you get us out on from time to time. To our right we could now see the full extent of the waterfall as a river that came down from the top of the mountain, fell into the sea, and created beautiful rainbows. We rested there, enjoying the beauty (and I have to admit that I looked at the scenery every once in a while) for 20 minutes, then started down the island spine. The forest grew right up to the edge of the cliffs and we could see trees leaning out into mid air from time to time, testifying to the continued erosion of this side of the island. We soon stumbled upon of another of what we had come to call the “pig paths” and followed it. It tended more inland, assuring us that the pigs were intelligent enough to avoid doing high dives into the sea from here.

Occasionally, the path would traverse the top of a hill, and we would be able to see over the terrain. On one of these we stopped for lunch, as all around the hill were planted banana trees, filled with fruit.

“Come over here”, you motioned, and pointed to a small pineapple rearing its’ head from the ground. Looking around we found another and another. This time we looked carefully around the hill and halfway up the inland side we saw the foundations of a house. Walking over we saw that it was simple rock and mortar in a box and cross format that had once held a sizeable house level on the side of the hill. There were the remains of a ditch across the uphill edge and down each side that probably handled rain water coming down the hill.. We wondered what had happened to the house and why it was on this side rather than at the top where there would be less runoff and a much better view.

The first was answered by you, when you noticed the remains of a roof about 50 yards away, held up in the air by banana trees that were probably lifting it higher and higher each year as they grew. To have gone there it must have been blown off by a very strong wind, or hurricane. This explained the placement of the house as the wind would have come in from the ocean and the hill would have provided protection from that wind. Not enough for the final flight of the roof it appeared. The second reason was fairly obvious once the first had been figured out. Here you only got the evening and late afternoon sun, and it would have been cooler during the day… So there was method and reason to the builders location… We did notice that we were in shade here and that there were far fewer trees on this side and no pineapples, but it did show that at one time this island had been inhabited, and by a western person or family.

We walked back to the top of the hill and dug up a few of the pineapples. They were more tart than the pineapples we are used to, and somewhat smaller. We discussed if that might be because they were not yet fully grown and therefore not ripe, or that the size and taste were the hallmarks of a different variety. As neither of us were nature people, we left the surmise until the internet became available again, took a picture or the pineapple, and one of the house and the roof (as you chided me softly that I will always find a use for my new toys), and then continued with our lunch, now with the added taste of bananas and a shared pineapple. We found bunches of bananas on the ground some of which were ripe, some green, and most over ripe or disintegrating and took some of the ripe and some green to supplement our supplies. It was now clear that these had been cultivated here, but were long abandoned.

After lunch, the trip to the other end of the island continued… During the late afternoon we heard the freight train of the pigs again and by now were thinking that these were probably the remnants of the livestock that had escaped, or been left on the island after the inhabitants of the house had left. Once again we pulled off into the forest a bit and the pigs ran on by. It was a different group from yesterday as there were one or two that were quite large. Why they always ran though, especially in the heat was a mystery…

The sun was starting to go down now and we pressed a little faster to make the next hill, about two thirds of the way down the island, for the night.

When we reached the hill, we found a small stream, with warm running water at the base of the hill, which was just perfect for a bath for both of us. As well it would provide fresh water. The stream was as clear as crystal, and I emptied the contents of my canteen into yours. I then filled my canteen with water from the stream, and told you that we would boil it tonight and drink from yours in the meantime. I had learned to be careful about food and water, for although I am fearless (read stupid here) in these matters, you are more careful, and I have learned in the past that this has a value in keeping me safe and sound.

We washed our clothes as well as ourselves and trekked up to the top again, to lay the clothes on rocks still hot from the afternoon sun and watch them steam dry. It also had the effect of ironing them to the shape of the sloping rock…

I went in search of firewood, feeling very virtuous, caveman and provider and we shared the canned provisions with the addition of some of the bananas and a sour pineapple. All in all though it was perfect and peaceful, the sunset was truly spectacular and I was very glad that we had the adventure in our spirits that allowed us to venture into terra incognita and investigate.

As the stars came out and the campfire got lower, we heard a canine howl from far away, and knew why the pigs ran and what preyed on them…

Day 4 – Somewhere there’s a sale to get to

I woke in the morning to the feel of warm lotion being applied to my arms. I guess I had forgotten the day before, and you had noticed my arms getting red and decided to apply the lotion before I could conveniently forget. I will be very honest in that I feigned sleep for a while and just let myself luxuriate in the joy of being spoiled and cared for. Actually this was unusual, for although I get to sleep fast and sleep very soundly during the night, I am normally half awake before you are and can feel you move during the morning hours. This morning I have to put down to the long walk and the hard sun… Eventually I opened one eye and said “You missed a spot”…

“Where? …oh, you’re awake”

“And enjoying every minute”

I put on the silly (read Tilly) hat that I loved because it did shade my head and eyes, would not blow off in a breeze, and still felt cool, but you said just looked silly. You were always trying to get me to buy something more fashionable, but I went back to the old used tilly like a kid keeping the raggedy teddy bear, just because it worked and felt good. In most cases I will bow to your fashion sense, mostly because it is you who has to look at me, and I want to look as good as I can in your eyes….. you are in fact the only one that counts other than me… Sometimes, however, I will balk at something because I already have similar clothing that has become worn and proven, or whose style I prefer. I will buy and try anything, and will attempt to get used to it and see it the way you do… This does not always work though as in the case of the hat…

“Have you had breakfast?” I asked.

“Not yet“

I mixed up something small, added in some of the bananas and tossed one ripe one to you. We had started seeing small thickets of banana trees at regular intervals and felt reassured about our supplies, for we had only packed for two days, leaving most of our provisions at the main camp, and this was turning out quite a bit longer. We had also seen avocado trees, although we had not tried them yet.

Once again the sun was beautiful (as were you), and the trek started early. We were over two thirds of the way down the back of the island and the view to our right was almost always spectacular when we crested each hill. We descended to the pig path again and started off. There was a gathering wind today and it was refreshing even if it was very warm. Our bodies had become accustomed to the walking and it was beginning to be very enjoyable as the stops became less frequent and we could feel the bodies firming up even after three days. “What a wonderful exercise program this would make” you said. “I wonder if we can take the island home and put it in the basement?”.

I laughed out loud at the idea, and it stuck with me for a long time. You were right that this was wonderful exercise, for you did not even notice the time going by, and we were putting in 14 hours a day of pure effort, walking up and down hills, sometimes climbing trees to look around. Now that I was thinking of it, I did feel tighter, and it was not just because you were around…

There was a light growl on the trail in front of us, and three dogs appeared. I almost was astonished and extremely amused by their appearance as they looked like a German Shepherd / Chihuahua mix, smallish, but with a patchy brown fur over the body. I did not take the comical appearance lightly though, for these were wild dogs and no matter what their breeding, were wolves at heart. I also remembered that they could bring down a running pig and my respect snapped back into place.

There was no use running, so I just stood still, crouched down, and put out my hand with the fist down and folded into my arm. It was an invitation to sniff and experiment. For a minute, although it seemed longer at the time, the dogs just stood, then one male approached slowly and snuffed all around the proffered hand. I did now smile, did not show any teeth, but I did look him in the eye. I was not trying to dominate his pack, I was from a different pack and we did not have competing interests. I lifted my hand and stroked the back of his head, restoring a partnership that went back tens of thousands of years.

At first he moved his nose quickly to brush my hand away, but then, when I tried a second time, let me stroke his head and then scratch his back. I used my most soothing voice and told him how wonderful he was. The other two dogs had not moved at all, but now they came closer. I told you to hold out your hand as I had done and let all three smell you. You did with some hesitation, but I was very pleased that you trusted me. The two dogs, females, checked us both, then one of them let you stroke her as well.

We stood up straight slowly and started again in the trail. This time we had company and the five of us moved quickly through the forest. At one point the male stopped, put his head in the air and the four of us stopped immediately. The three dogs scattered into the forest, and I saw one of the females crouch down near the trail close to a bend up ahead. The other two had disappeared. I took your hand and moved off the trail, but kept my view on the female as best I could. It was a full minute before I felt the now familiar rumblings as the porcine freight train headed in our direction. I was amazed at the senses of the dogs, and whispered to you that you might want to watch or turn away, for I thought we might see this pack of three on the hunt any moment. I could feel your hand snake around my waist and your head was against my chest, but you were watching, for this was not some nature show, this was nature.

The train came into sight, and for a moment, I thought we had misjudged the situation as most of the herd trampled past and the female had not budged. Indeed, she seemed to have almost disappeared in the shadows.

As the end of the herd moved past, I saw a flash of white and realized that the male had made the initial attack on the large boar at the rear. The second the two animals touched, the two females came from behind, vague blurs of lightning as the boar seemed to trip and tumble. The rest of the herd ran away even faster, although, had they turned and moved en masse, the dogs would have had little chance. Five more dogs appeared from the trail behind and the boar had no chance at all. It was brutal, but in its’ own way, beautiful. It was the cleanliness of nature, and I was pleased that you were still taking in everything, although I had felt your hand grab my waist very tightly when the first attack had occurred.

The hunt was practiced and precise, going only for the one animal, and letting the alpha male take the most experienced position. I wondered if the three dogs were not alone because they had come ahead and let the rest of the pack chase the pigs into a trap. I admired the tactics, although I was not hungry or desperate enough to try them, but I knew, that if, for some reason, we were stuck on this island, I would be able to take advantage of a strategy that had been laid out so graphically.

We moved away and let the dogs have their kill as we resumed our trek. A few minutes later, we heard paws behind us and one of the females came with a meat filled bone in her mouth and laid it at you feet. I took the meat, and wrapped it in a banana leaf, then patted the dog and told her what a good hunter she was… We turned and headed onward again. The dog stayed for a few seconds, then followed in our tracks. I think we had made a friend.

“That was horrible and terrifying, but I could not keep my eyes off it”, you said. I realized that your arm was still around my waist and your head touched my chest even as we walked down the trail.

“Maybe we could use the same tactic next year. I will block the aisle to the cashmere sweaters and you will close in from behind for the kill”…. You laughed out loud and let go of my waist to give me a small love tap on my shoulder with your fist. The spell of the kill was broken, and, still feeling the impression of your arm on my back, I am not sure that I wanted it to be broken that fast.

You looked over at the bone in banana leaf that I carried in my left hand.. “Raw pork is not really my thing you know”.

“I know, but, if our small friend stays with us, it is her thing, and, if not, we will do a chant around the campfire tonight, howl at the moon, bury this bone and thank the gods of the forest for bringing us a Disney nature film on this flight”.

That brought a large laugh from you and you strode out ahead with a huge grin on your face, as I leaned down to stroke the side of the dog. “Thank you for the gift”..

The day went fast, but when we got to the end of the island, a bit after noon, we had an interesting situation. The tip had broken off and was a continuation of the cliff. The only way back to our camp was up the mountain towards the top of the volcano, and from here that looked daunting.

You looked up the slope and said “We could always go back the way we came. There is still time, and with what we pick up along the way, we have enough food.”

We decided to stop for lunch and ponder the situation. I walked back up the trail to where I had noticed avocado trees, and picked up a few from the ground. These were a lot bigger than the ones that we were used to, and although some of them were going bad, there were other that were, in the words of Goldilocks, “just right”. I took four of these and four firmer ones and came back to where you were sitting on a rock. The dog, whom we had now christened “Ben Her“ or Her for short was happily munching on the bone, apparently unconcerned that she was eating the gift that she had just given us. This turned out to be a wonderful solution to the problem, and I promised you, with a smile, that we would still howl at the moon tonight, especially since we now had a bodyguard. The avocados turned out the be delicious, and sweet, and make me wonder what we were actually getting in the vegetable stores, for these were as far above those in taste as honey is above sand… We polished off all four, and you had me go back for four more for tomorrow, as well as the harder ones which we would keep for the day after. I packed up what Her had left of the bones in fresh banana leaves…

We finally headed up the mountain, toward the summit. Exploration had been very entertaining over the last three days and we saw no reason to not trust in our luck…

The climb was exercising new sets of muscles, but we found that the exercise was serving us very well. The higher we got, the fewer trees there were and the view became more spectacular by the moment. As the trees spaced themselves further apart, I was picking up dry logs and sticks as we went up and carrying them suspended in twine behind the packsack.

Finally, as darkness started to fall, we pulled up onto a grassy plain, found a bare rock area to make our fire on and settled in. From here the sunset was more than spectacular, and we watched the sun drench itself in the ocean until it was completely gone. Her started nibbling on the bones again, and I made a nice corned beef hash with avocado (the harder ones) instead of the potatoes. I have a feeling that after the last few days and the demands of our bodies, anything would have been delicious, but this was wonderful. As the fire started to get lower, I felt, then saw, a small white presence at my side….

“Ben Him obviously” I said, and you laughed.

It was the male from this morning, and he sat there while I patted his head and back, then curled up beside me in front of the fire…

“We make a very nice family picture” and threw you my Christmas present so that you could lean it up against a rock and then run to be beside me as the delayed click of the camera went off. You settled up against my chest and I put my back against a rock and was perfectly contented as one hand held your shoulder and the other patted Ben Him more and more slowly.

Just before I went to sleep, I saw Her walk over and snuggle up against your legs. “Heaven” I said, then fell asleep.

Day 5 – Admiring your acquisitions and losses

“Oh….. My…. Gawd!!!!!”

I looked up from making breakfast, both dogs stuck their heads up. There was no panic in the voice so none of us moved… I wondered what I had forgotten…

“Oh….. My…. Gawd!!!!!” you came around from behind the bushes where you had been bathing and putting on your clothes. You were holding your pants away from your stomach, and I wondered if you had a rash, or something had run down the front of your pants, or you were just showing off… I always liked that part of your body…

“Oh….. My…. Gawd!!!!! These are my skinny shorts!!!!” The dogs were both up and near you, looking up to find out if this was play time, and not knowing what was happening…

“Can we stay in this island a bit longer. I feel like the wicked witch of the west, I am melting away….. Let’s get walking”. The look on your face was one of amazement and intense pleasure. I honestly could not see the difference, you were still beautiful, still sexy, still every bit the woman that I desired…. I felt I had to say something though… “You look wonderful, skinny and sexy”, hoping that this was the correct sentiment at a time like this….

“Ohmygawd, Ohmygawd, Ohmygawd, Ohmygawd, I love this….”

“Turn around” I said… You did… “Hmmm, the view from this side is great as well”. You sat down for breakfast as excited as if there were a one penny sale at Tiffany. “Do you believe this? How quickly can I get to a scale”.

I looked at my watch… “Three days ought to do it…”

“Oh….. My…. Gawd!!!!!”….

The dogs sat down beside me, looking over at you and once in a while at me as if to say “Do you understand this??” I patted both of them and nodded yes. Every once in a while I handed a chunk of the salted beef to the dogs and they wolfed it down instantly.

This was going to be another beautiful day, and it would be up to me to remember the suntan lotion. You had other things on your mind. You just kept looking down and pulling your shorts out… I just sat back and admired the show… But breakfast finished and it was time to resume our journey.

I squinted up towards the top of the mountain, raising my hand to block the rising sun. I could not see a path that took us up and to the right, so figured that we would just keep climbing until something appeared.

We headed out, dogs running ahead, poking their noses into every bush.

About half an hour later, Him disappeared into a crack in the cliff and then came back and barked at us. Her went into the small crevasse and then came back out and just stood there. We started ahead, but when we looked back the dogs had not moved, and were waiting for us. I turned to you, and you just shrugged. We could afford a little time. We followed Him into the crevasse, and found that it widened out and became a path running up and to the right. I was actually amazed and wondered if the dogs knew where we were going and were showing us the shortcuts. Then I wondered how long they had know we were on the island. These dogs were seeming smarter by the minute.

Him ran up ahead, and in places where the crevasse ran straight for a long time I could see him checking out all the little side paths in the wall. At one point he barked and Her ran up to be with him. I could see the two of them far ahead biting at something on the ground, but it was gone when we got there, and I was not too sure that you wanted to know what had just happened. The dogs however looked quite pleased and contented, and maybe it was my imagination, but a little better fed…

Him continued to be the scout, and after an hour, maybe more, in a very skinny canyon running straight up 30 or 40 feet on both sides, we came out on a plateau overlooking the original side of the island. I sat down on one of the rocks, and told Him how smart he was, and what a great friend he was. I remarked to you that the defile we had just come through reminded me of Petra in Jordan. With the high walls on either side threatening to fall down, and then finally the exit into something truly beautiful.

You moved over to sit beside me and just rested your head against my shoulder. “I am going to have to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe if this continues”. I just smiled as I realized that the astonishment and pleasure of this morning was going to continue throughout the day. I thought that this would be a fine excuse to roll over to Paris for a weekend and I knew you would not object to that shopping expedition.. I was pleased to see you so excited, and happy that you were enjoying the trip, for at first you were hesitant. We are not, as I have said earlier, nature or hiking people by inclination, and this was to be something truly different. To see you throw yourself into the experience was gratifying and made me feel that we had chosen something truly special. Your arm went around me, and squeezed tightly, and I felt that maybe you were thinking the same thoughts.

The view was beautiful, and from this height we could see about 10 islands. Off to our left, we could see the plateau we had climbed to on the first day, although that seemed like a long while ago now, and the road “home” was very clear.

Barking came from downhill, and we could hear the rumble of the pig express. It was amazing how much more sensitive our hearing had become just in the last few days. We were hearing much more, and some of it was making sense. Him stood and ran to the edge of the plateau… I could see him wanting to rejoin the hunt. He looked back at Her and barked. Her got up, went halfway to the edge then came back and lay at your feet. Him barked. Her just tilted her head. Him looked at me, and I said “Go join the hunt, and thank you for being our guide and protector”. A moment’s hesitation, and he vanished like a magician. I was not even sure I saw him turn and go. Her got up and walked to the edge. I wondered if she would follow, but she came back and stood just brushing your knee.

“I think we have made a good friend. She probably worries about us finding our way to home… and wants to protect us.” In this she was a bit like you. You would worry about adventures while still trusting that I, or we, would be able to get ourselves out of any trouble our venturing could get us into.

I went to the edge and saw where one of the pig trails ran about 100 yards down the slope. I did not, however, start off immediately. I looked for banana trees, or avocado trees, and seeing none of them, thought that maybe they were confined to the other side of the island.. We still had some bananas and four of the avocados that were ripening in our packsacks, and the sacks were getting lighter every day. The way down to the trail was very steep and started with a 7 or 8 foot pure drop. I let myself over the edge (and noticed that you were not the only one who was losing “padding” as you called it on their stomach) and, hanging down, dropped to the ground. You handed me over the packsacks, and as I put the second one down, I noticed Her behind me guarding the bags. I wondered how she had gotten down, but she was just shepherding us to safety and did not seem to be ready to share secrets.

You dropped your feet over the edge and I took one foot in either hand and slowly let you down. As your feet touched the ground, and while my arms were still around you, I took time to share a kiss, and to remember that our hearing was not the only thing that had improved on this voyage. You stayed in that position for a while, kissing softly and just looking into my eyes, and I felt as if life were perfect right at this moment. Her yapped as if to ask what we were doing and to remind us that there was a long trail ahead. We laughed together, and broke our embrace, the spell broken, the memory stored away, the feelings still very active.

We climbed slowly down the hill towards the path which was now completely hidden by the jungle. It was quite dark under the canopy of leaves, and sometimes the footing became unstable as the ground was soft and made up of dead leaves more than earth or rock. I kept a hold on your hand, sometimes two hands, sometimes your whole body as we “accidentally” bumped up against each other. The trail appeared suddenly as an area of firm footing first, and then a clear road through the forest.

I noted to you that the forest seemed much more dense on this part of the island, and we started to walk back to the center. Her would alternately run to the front, then jump back as if to urge us on. Once she stood stock still, with her large ears up in the air. I could neither see or hear anything, but she was aware of things that we could not be, and I trusted her enough to pull to a halt and stop breathing. I listened for anything out of the ordinary but nothing was there. You had stopped as well and were holding on to my arm. You looked up with a question on your face, but did not make a sound. For about two minutes nothing moved, then Her relaxed and so did we. She turned around as if to say “Nothing to be worried about”, and went on. We started up again, and you asked “Any idea what that was about”. I just shrugged. I like to think that I know a lot, and that I can figure things out very quickly, but this was Her’s area of expertise and I knew enough to just trust and follow at times when I did not know enough.

The pig path rose to a hill and the sunlight felt wonderful on our (protected) skin. We sat down for a small break, not because we were tired, we seemed to have boundless energy that was serving us very well day and night, but because we knew we had time and just wanted to savour this moment in time, our time. We looked around and I saw a banana tree sticking it’s head up in a clearing. I motioned you to stay and went to gather some of the ripe ones. It took only a few minutes, and we stopped for snack time, or recess as you called it…. You can take the teacher from the school, but it is harder the other way around…

We must have stayed there for an hour, and Her eventually stopped trying to shepherd us on and lay down beside the trail.. We just snuggled up together, making the warm day even warmer, but not minding at all. It was just a glorious time to be us, and I do not think that either of us wanted to take one minute away from our time. The sun was well past noon, and we debated for a minute as to whether we would go on and hope for another hill, or stay here for the night. The plateau was clearly in view, and whereas we knew that we could not make it today, we would be there tomorrow and could make our way down to our campsite. We opted for the next hill and set out at a fast pace. Her heartily approved and ran ahead and behind, alternately scouting and herding, obviously feeling very maternal and in charge.

“Look”, you exclaimed, and I saw that you were pointing at one lone avocado tree that was full of fruit. We now knew that they grew on this side, but had not seen the groups of trees that were on the other side.

“Possibly other tourists like us, eating the avocado then throwing the seed into the brush…”

We ate one of the ripe avocados each, gathered 4 hard ones, and, when finished, carefully planted the seeds in the hope of pleasing another set of wanderers in the years ahead.

The find was wonderful as it gave us a burst of pleasure at finding what we were beginning to gather as “our” tricks and secrets on this island, and we felt a sense of possession and inclusion as, one by one, the island let us see a bit more of itself. We pushed on, and, as the afternoon started to turn into evening, found another hill with a clearing at the top, just off the trail.

Here we stopped for the night and as the stars came out and the darkness settled in we heard Him’s soft call in the distance.

Day 6 – Familiar happenings and the home territories

The next morning you were still playing with your shorts, pulling them down over your hips, sliding them around, and I thought it must be my birthday in some time zone.

“Yes, Virginia” I called out “you are smaller, now get over here for breakfast”.

You hurried over and gave me a huge hug and a small kiss, then sat down for breakfast. The smile was nowhere near gone from your face… Her was still chewing on the pork bone, and would grab the last of the corned beef when I threw chunks over. She had also gotten quite fond of fried avocados and I would do some cubes up on the flatiron we carried, then as I let them cool on the rocks, she would come over and snuff at them until she decided they were cool enough for her tongue, then they would be gone in a few snaps of her head.. It was cute to watch..

We set out at a quick pace, and usually kept to it, stopping once or twice to pick the infrequent avocados, or the more frequent bananas. You would also stop every time we arrived at a beautiful flower, and although they were not orchids, they had that look and feel to them and were, at times, quite spectacular. There was one that had very sweet petals, and I gathered a group for a salad, then chewed on the one I had tasted for a while to make sure there were no side effects, like death or worse, diarrhea … The flower went down well and held its’ sweetness for quite a while. We were encountering more open areas now, with small field flowers. I had gone into a few of them to see if any pineapples had made it around to this side although none had been found yet, and had actually planted the top of one we had brought along in the hopes that it would emulate the avocados and serve future trekkers.

There were no pig trains today, but, coming out in one area we had seen a fairly large group either resting or rooting around in a field. It was nice to know that they did not spend all their time on the trails running for their lives. Her hardly looked at them, although she had checked them over when we first came into the field. They did not seem disposed to run, and she made no threatening moves toward them. I began to wonder if the dogs had a feeding schedule and would drive the pigs onto the trails and into traps. If so, these dogs had worked out a nice farming arrangements. I went over to check out Her for opposable thumbs, just for a laugh… Given a few million years and a break or two, the dogs could get a nice civilization going. I guess that this was just pride in what we had come to consider “our” dogs on this island, but, looking over at Her, I figured that she probably considered us “her” humans and she was having a good time playing mother and herding us in the right direction.

We descended onto the trail again, and while in there, I started to hear raindrops on the leaves. No drops reached to the floor of the forest, but, after about 10 minutes, I could see small rivulets of water beginning to seep across the trail. I could see a hill slightly ahead and to our left at one of the clearings, and we started to move quickly in that direction. You stayed for a minute and watched the uphill side of the mountain before following, then leading, and I knew your thoughts were going back to St Lucia. We did make the hill, but it was completely up in the open. The good part was that there were no trees on the hill to attract lightning, and taller trees both uphill and down. I got out the plastic ground sheet and made a small, lie down tent with the backpacks piled in the center to make a tent pole. You and the dog snuggled under the sheet, while I gathered rocks to put around three of the sides. Then I crawled under to be with you just as the heavy rain came in.

The fact that we were at the top of the hill kept the rain out, although it ran like a waterfall whenever we lifted the front flap a bit. I reached over and put my hand on your back… “Just checking if you were wearing a bra” and you laughed and made a face, but it did bring the fact that we had been in rains just as bad or worse than this, and you were calm and relaxed as this was familiar territory for you. Her was intrigued by the tiny tent and although once or twice she barked when we opened the front flap, she stayed put and seemed to enjoy being the dry dog on the island. She was going nowhere at this time.

For about 15 minutes it rained very hard, but there was little wind, and I had no fear for the main group of supplies back at our home base under the plateau. We had battened everything down, precisely because of our experience with tropical rain, and put it in a place that instant rivers would run around.

After the rain came a fine mist, and the skies remained dark. We decided that a little rain would not hurt us and you pulled on a rainproof poncho before we took away the tent.

We went down the hill carefully, not knowing what type of soaking or erosion the land has suffered, but it was quite firm, and showed no signs of the mudslides or rivers that we had feared. The path was almost dry in places, and although there were rivulets that cut across the trail at irregular intervals, it showed no signs of mudslides or cataclysmic shifts. I was getting to appreciate this island more and more.

Another hour of marching brought us out right above our base camp. You immediately headed for the hidden supplies which were still where we left them, and completely dry despite the fact that there were still rain puddles in the area of the campsite. The first thing you did was strip off the clothes you had been wearing for the last 5 days and change. If I had know that all it took to get your clothes off was a tour around the island, I would build a tramway… But I understood the necessity, and packed my clothes in the dirty hamper as well and put on new everything. There is only so much dirt you can get off in a stream, and now that the fresh clothes were on, and a touch of cleanup and face shaving done, I realized that the dogs could probably have sensed us from the other end of the island the way we were.

You ran up to me “See, another pair of tight shorts ready to fall off”, and I hoped that this was an invitation, but knew it to be a happy observation. It was not the shorts that had stretched, it was the body inside that had readapted to 10 hours a day of walking. “We might as well have taken advantage of the exercise while it was there”, but you did look marvelous…. It was more the happy smile on the face than any change in bodily attributes that made you so attractive, but at that point I remembered all of the reasons for loving you.. and they were all very good reasons.. and there were so many of them.

“Come on, let’s go swimming!” you shouted, and you changed into your smallest swim suit and headed for the beach… I changed, again, and walked slowly after you. I do have to admit, you looked very good in that little bikini, and I knew how good you felt, for you had bought it to please me and had almost never worn it, now it had bounced to the top of you favourites chart. I watched you as I came down to the beach, and you were looking yourself over and wishing there were a mirror and scale nearby. I always laughed at this, for you looked at every tiny detail, and I just saw the wonderful beauty.. But that’s the way you are, and I loved the whole package. I came close to you, kissed you lightly, and moved the bracelet a bit on your arm. You have always been the one easiest to tan, and now the difference between the skin and the white shadow of the bracelet would drive your friends crazy back in Montreal. I still looked like a pink polar bear with freckles, but I ran for the water and dove headlong into the waves (after looking very closely during my run if there were any rocks among those waves). The water was very light azure and very, very clear. Even underwater I could see for a good distance, and I felt comforted by the slow pace of the fish, and the abundance of species visible just in the shallow waters. I stood up chest deep in the surf and grabbed a handful of sand from the bottom to scrub the sweat and dirt of the past 5 days off. I felt the wonderful warmth of the water as it flowed in and out around my body.

Suddenly I felt a pair of arms around my shoulders as you ran up and climbed on my back and I became your water horsie for the moment. I loved the feel of your body hugging mine and put my hands up to gently massage your forearms, then higher to bring your lips around for a kiss. I let myself fall a bit forward until the water was at the level of my shoulders and let both of us bob like a cork in the waves. It was a moment of weightlessness in a sea of green, and you lay your head on my back and just held on, snuggling up against me, for you knew that, in water, with me, you would never be in trouble.

I took this responsibility to heart and started checking my surroundings, using the knowledge of an older, wiser and live dive instructor to see if there were currents, or undertow, bird or fish that could cause concern…. Nothing was visible on the surface, or on a quick look under the waves. I checked the bottom for rocks and deeper areas and was quite satisfied for the moment that we were in a wonderful place. I looked back towards the beach and saw Her sitting under the trees, guarding us. I waved at her and she got up and barked, but then sat down again in the hot afternoon sun. The one thing I did know was that I would have to go under or back in within 20 minutes for a refill of the suntan lotion I had just sanded off, but now I was just content to be with you…

I have never noticed the vision sweeps I give around me, much like you never notice yourself checking the rear view mirrors when you drive, unless there is something that is out of the ordinary in them. I noticed a small movement offshore that cut the surface for a second then disappeared. I slowly started to go to shore, not because of something I had seen, more because of something I had not seen. I did not realize it, but some part of me had taken account of the fact that there were not as many fish around, and, although it might have been us, I decided that suntan lotion was the better part of valor and backed slowly toward the land.

You were still piggy back on me, and I did not want to become a piggy right at this second, as I had see what became of them on this island. You raised your head and asked if I wanted you to get down, but I said no, and put my hands under your knees to take up the support that the water was no longer giving you. I looked up to see that Her was standing and looking out to sea. She did not bark and looked at us from time to time, and then back out toward the waves. I walked onto the dry beach and slowly let you down. You went over and retrieved your towel and lay on your front to catch some more sun.

I walked back down to the shoreline and began to look very much like Her. I would scan, but nothing was there, and then breathe the air in, and scan again. My instincts told me that something was happening and I did not know whether it was going to be tropical storm or boat or something more sinister. Just 5 feet from my feet, a long dark shape flashed by, probably 6-7 feet long and moving like a jet…

From the color I judged it to be a nurse shark, but why it would be active during the day was a puzzle. Her had seen the flash and was down beside me in an instant. Two sharp barks to tell the intruder to go away and then she just stood there very alert, very tense, very protective. I reached down and petted her and she calmed down… You got up and came to the waters’ edge. There was nothing to be seen now, but I put my fingers to my lips and said with my face “wait”…

A minute later two of the brown shapes came very slowly from left to right, and you jumped back and held on to my arm at the same time. This time your “ohmygawd” was said all in one letter… “Move back!!”. You still had my arm, and were pulling me back away from the water, but I stayed. I turned and said “Move slowly, but come here. They are nurse sharks, and they hunt an night. There must have been the remains of a kill around here that they are looking for. It might even be the taste of my sweat that is still in the water.”

“They will not attack unless we attack them, and are very slow on land, or in one centimeter of water. Don’t worry, just watch, they are quite beautiful”.

I saw the “I am not sure about this, are you?” look in your eye, but slowly you approached the water one inch of my arm after another. It took a long three or four minutes for one more to come by, this time even slower than the two before. I could see a group of them just offshore, swimming in large circles. Over the next fifteen minutes they dropped to the bottom and just lay there, sometimes one on top of another, looking like a small rock mound in the ocean. We moved around the beach to get a better look, Her’s eyes never leaving the black splotch on the sandy bottom.

“Gorgeous” I said, and this time I did not mean you, although you are always gorgeous to me.

“You are the one who thought the pig kill was beautiful, so I am not so sure that I will adopt your point of view right at this second.”

“I am just going to go down beside them for a moment” as I took one step towards the water.

“NO!” and I think that the whole island heard you. The birds stopped making noise, and even from here, I could hear a freight train of pigs come to a halt.

I laughed. “I was just teasing, although I am fairly sure that it would be safe, I am not willing to take that chance with you around.”

Nothing moved down there, although, after a while, one more dark shape came to join the pile on the bottom. The birds started making noise again, and the gentle breeze once again started to move. From up the hill I heard a bark, and Her looked around as Him dashed around a corner at full speed.

“Now that is a powerful ‘NO!’”, I said, as Him screeched to a halt in the sand. Her went over and rubbed muzzles and then walked back under the tree as if to say that the excitement was over and everybody could go home.

I was touched that the one time you had called out, Him had come on the double. He went over and lay down beside Her but never closed his eyes, or put his head down. He knew that something had happened, but was not sure what. I walked back with you to another set of overhanging trees and sat with my back on the tree and my front in full shade. I took your hand and pulled you down beside me, then up against me, with your back against my chest. You pulled the towel over both of us and curled up against me. “Let’s just take a small nap”.

When we woke the sun was starting to go down, and the cooler air was coming off the mountain and going out to sea. I looked over and both Him and Her had disappeared, probably convinced that we were all right. I got up and stretched, leaving you scrunched up under the towel. I looked around, but both the dogs were gone or at least were not to be seen. I went down to the shore and the brown mound of sharks had disappeared. I was not sure if I was quite ready to go back in for a swim, and did not want you to wake up and find me in the water. I have a low tolerance for getting into trouble.

I picked you up, still half asleep and carried you back up the slope to the campsite. Tonight we had a wide choice of dinners to choose from, but, looking down at you curled up in my arms, I was not too sure that we would be eating dinner tonight.

Day 7 – And God promised us a day of rest

The alarm clock went off early and I awoke to find you in my arms as usual, but the bed seemed a lot harder, and we had left the heat on again….

No, that was not the alarm clock, and I let you down gently as I got up and went scrambling for the satellite phone, securely packed. Sometimes I hate “securely packed”, as I had to unpack the wrapping, then unwrap the box, then open the waterproof case, then pull out the phone, then press the answer button, the “Good morning sir, we are just calling to find out if you are all right and to remind you to be at the same point you were dropped off for your pickup”.

I had forgotten that this was our last day, and wished we had taken 2 weeks, but it had been hard enough to talk you into one. Now, I was sure that you would have stayed the second week without hesitation. It was, however, the first time we had done this type of thing, and one week was a good tradeoff. We now knew that this could be done, and we had certainly filled up every day.

“We are fine. What time will you be here, and what time do you have now, just so we are not talking from different watches.”

“It is 6:05 now sir, and the boat will be there at 4PM”

I looked over at the sleeping bag I would be crawling back into in a few seconds and thought that 9AM would have been sufficient.

“We are sorry to call so early, but we have had occasions where vacationers were far from the landing point and needed every minute to get back. Our apologies if we woke you up”

I had to admit that this was very good mind reading, and could see the logic.

“We will be ready, we are within 100 yards of the beach”

“Sir, did you have a good time?”

“Actually wonderful, I can honestly say that… We adore the island and the dogs, and even the pigs”

“What dogs? What pigs? Did you bring dogs with you?”


“We have never heard anyone mention pigs, or dogs for that matter… Are you sure? The island has never been inhabited, and we have only been bringing people there for the past year… no dogs. Are you sure?”

“Might all be a dream… It has been that kind of week. Never mind. We will be ready by 4. See you then.”

I went back under the sleeping bag and you cuddled up against me with a murmur. An hour later you were starting to come awake.

“Were you up earlier?” you asked.

“Yeah, they called from the agency. The boat will be here at 4”

“Is the week already over? It can’t have been 7 days yet.”

You dug your watch out of the bags and looked at the date. “The time has passed quickly, but now that I think about it, we were here for the week weren’t we? I wonder if you could call them back and get a few more days?”

“Who are you, nature girl, and what did you do with my urban lady? You remember, ‘A woman’s place is in the mall’”

You laughed as you jumped up and hugged me. I got a big kiss with the laugh.

“You are going to pay for that mall remark… literally” as you held apart your thumb and forefinger “see, just right for a credit card!!”. I loved the smile on your face at that moment, trapped between two worlds at that second both perfect for you in their own way. I was happy that you had enjoyed this week, and we still had a lot of time before 4PM.

You had missed supper last night as 5 days of hiking caught up with you, and you had slept very well for at least 12 hours. I made you breakfast, and considering that we had used almost none of our supplies, were in very good shape. I had not yet become bored with the avocados, although I must admit that the bananas were beginning to pale.

We walked up the beach for less than half the time we had left and realized that this island had so much beauty attached to it, that it would take forever to exhaust the surprises. I picked up driftwood and brought it back to the campsite so that the next inhabitants would have a head start. Back at the campsite, I did the packing while you called out for Him or Her to say goodbye. They had become part of our family on the island, and I would actually miss Her’s mothering back on the mainland. There was no sign of them, and I was just as happy that there were no choices to be made.

I went down to the beach and took a sand bath with a little less drama than yesterday and by 3:45 we were ready to go. By 4 there was no boat in sight, although the skies to our east were darkening visibly. I remember that we had come in from the east and it had been a 2 hour journey. I unpacked and checked the satellite phone and, although it still had signal, there were no missed calls. I also unpacked my new Christmas toy, and found that I had a connection, so popped an email off to my son to tell him that we were leaving the island today and to follow up on this is he had not heard from us in 6 hours. I then sent an email to the travel company asking if there had been a delay in the boat. After I had sent that, I checked my emails to find out if there were any notifications from them, but they did not know that I had this capability on the island and so that was a long shot. Even though it was the middle of the night back in Montreal, I was gratified to get an OK from my son just before I signed off. Last thing I did before popping it away was to go over and give you a kiss for the great Christmas gift. It was turning out better than either of us could have expected.

The sky to the east was becoming very angry and I wondered if we should unpack the tent and burrow down for an extra day here.

Just before 6 the boat came in running just in front of the storm. I asked if he wanted to beach the boat and ride out the storm here, but he said that there would be no trouble and to get in. There was another couple on board, and he explained that he was late because he had to pick them up as well. They had missed their pickup the day before from another island in the region and he was doing the pickup today. I looked at you. You had the worried look about you, but said OK and we packed everything on the boat and went down into the cabin. I kept my toy with me in the waterproof dive box that we used for our money so that I could watch the GPS and see our progress back to the big island and our hotel room. As the boat pulled out I looked back and pointed out to you two small dogs standing under a tree. The white one barked, but we could not hear it in the wind. They were very well camouflaged, and had we not known “our” dogs and see them in action, I would never have seen them.

The driver asked what I was l looking at, and I replied, “two dogs”. He told me that it was an illusion. There were no animals on the island. We smiled and, as we turned into the wind, I watched them wheel and go back to the safety of the forest.

Looking out to sea, I was beginning to think of going back to the safety of the forest for the storm was very high and coming at us very fast. I had you put on a life jacket, even thought the driver said that it was not necessary. “Think of me as over cautious and always a touch afraid” I said. The other couple did not want the life jackets either and I had to admit they were a touch cumbersome, but would provide warmth and security, and I have always told you that I am a live instructor who airs on the side of safety every time. You answered with a smile, and that determined look that told me that you trusted “us” to get through anything.

The full storm hit the boat like a brick wall, and for a few minutes the boat was actually going sideways. I strapped the waterproof box to my wrist, and reached out for your hand. While the other couple retreated into the cabin, I went out to the well of the deck and kept on eye on the sea. I could feel you beside me, holding onto my arm. “Watch the waves” I yelled through the rain, “It will save you from being seasick”. I was rewarded by seeing you stick your face above the well wall and watch the sea, and I could tell that you had been a little queasy. In a few minutes I could see that your stomach had settled down. The husband from the other couple pushed past us to get to the side of the boat. A look back inside was a picture of a woman being very sick…

The waves were getting taller and taller and a few were now crashing over the boat. The boat driver had turned us into the wind and was challenging the waves directly. The look on his face was concentrated and serious. Just that would have told me the gravity of the situation. I turned to you and checked the fastenings on your life jacket, then checked mine. This was a time for caution, not macho behavior. I offered a life vest to the driver, who took it with a nod that kept his eyes on the sea. I found one for the husband, now returning to the cabin, and he refused. I offered a second time and he just brushed past into the cabin. The waves were now going over the top of the boat and the well we were in was knee deep in water. The cabin was even deeper. This time it was the woman who burst onto deck, no life vest, no thought except to get to the railing. You grabbed at her as she went past, and when you missed, you jumped up on deck to hold her from going directly into the ocean. I sighed and jumped up after you grabbing a rail with one hand and your belt with another. I was not about to let you get away. Where was I going to find that good a kisser tonight in the middle of the Pacific?

I looked at our situation and hoped that you had not lost that much weight on the island, now would not be a good time for your shorts to slip over your hips… You had both your arms around the lady and she was trying to throw up, and to get your arms off her as first one wave tried to sweep the three of us off deck, then a second almost tore her out of your arms. Still she told you to let go. I was wishing we could have an hour at that point for a discussion of Darwinism and the necessity of removing people who would not take life vests or help from the gene pool, but there was no such luck. Your compassion was the driving force in this situation, and it was my job to back up your play.

The husband came up on deck and I took a minute to actually look around at our situation. The well behind me was full of water, and I surmised that the husband had been driven up on deck because the cabin was full of water. I wanted to point out where the life jackets were, but had no hands to point with. The driver had an exasperated look on his face, and was yelling at the man and motioning him to lie down. He was ignored as the husband went to the rail, oblivious to what was going on around him. The driver with a shrug to me, let go of the wheel to get to the husband and with that, a large wave came and took the husband away. The wife looked over and threw herself into the water, breaking your grip. You looked back at me, rolled your eyes, and pointed that you were going in after her. I wished for the Darwinism talk again but followed you into the water. Actually there was no choice this time as the boat had turned sideways to the wind when the driver went after the husband, and now a wave was turning the boat over.

We looked like a synchronized swimming team as first you went in after the woman, and the driver and I went over in tandem. The boat then followed the arc.

You had reached the woman, and she was trying to climb you. Two strokes took me over there and I grabbed her by her blouse and pulled her off. You told me afterward that you never wanted to see the expression of anger and rage on my face that I had that night as I screamed at the woman to calm down. It did get through though, and I thanked my boyhood life saving instructor for that bit of lore. I grabbed the back of your life jacket and turned you on your back, then, with the precious cargo safe, I turned the woman on her back, and towed the two of you back to the boat. I made sure that you had a good handhold on the keel rail, then threw the other woman over the bottom of the boat. With the sail in the water acting as a keel, the boat was now a lot more stable in the water. You moved over, hand over hand to help the woman who was now just collapsed over the bottom and crying.. I looked in your face, told you with a glance how wonderful you were, then looked around for the other two. The driver had the husband and was towing him back to the boat. I crabbed my way down toward the submerged bow and helped him pull the husband onto the overturned hull. It took me on one hand and the driver on the other to convince him (now there is a euphemism) to hold on.

We now settled into a moment of calm, for, although the wind was still strong, and the waves swallowed us every two minutes, there was nothing else to do but hold on. I helped the driver pull the husband towards the center of the boat, and when we had him beside the wife, I came over beside you and just hung on. You looked over at me, one hand on the rail, one hand on the wife, and, glancing down at me once again holding onto your belt, gave me a fast, rain soaked kiss. I yelled to you that I hoped that they were going to hold the plane for us, and saw a laugh on your face. I have often said in our relationship that, if I can keep you laughing, we are halfway there.

Now there was no danger or doom in the air, just determination. I was proud of the great pair that we made as parallels with St Lucia were made in my mind, and pride in your calm in the face of emergency filled me at that moment. There are, in our lives, moments of great love that threatens to burst your heart, and, although this was not precisely the location or circumstance I would have chosen for this emotion, it was here and now that it filled me, made me proud to the point of sinfulness, trusting in your strength and eager for a future with you. This was not the setting of a Harlequin romance, but this was the emotion evoked, and I was just happy to be there, silly as that might sound.

I looked and the waterproof box was still attached to my arm, so I knew that, when this blew over we would be ok.

The wind kept up its’ howl and the wave did their worst, but for us there was one task only, to hold on and be content we were alive.

Everything else would have to wait until the morning.

Day 8 – And we were supposed to be in the air

I saw the end of the storm before I felt or heard it.

Off to the east a sliver of light was on the horizon. I knew that the edge of the storm was at most 5 miles in that direction… About 20 minutes after that the wind dropped to almost nothing and the waves turned dead calm. I looked to the east again to make sure we were not in an eye. If it was an eye, it was a very large one, and would do the job for us.

I sat you up on the bottom of the boat and asked if you were all right. You gave me “I’ve been in better hotels that this, but for now this will do” look and I smiled. I looked over at the captain, for although I had called him a driver before, the capabilities and actions of last night bumped him to a captain in my mind.

The woman came to life at that moment and yelled at the driver. “What kind of a moron are you, how could you have gotten us in this situation!!!!” It was not a question, just a tirade. I held my fingers to my lips to ask her to be quiet and told her that last night the captain had a choice between saving the boat, and maybe his job, and saving her husband.

“I do not know if your husband is a good man or a bad man, I am fairly sure that the captain does not know if your husband is a good man or a bad man, but, by leaving the rudder to save your husband I know for a fact that the captain is a good man, and that is all I need to know at this time. Last night you had a guardian angel is this beautiful lady here” as I nodded toward you, “ and your husband had one in this man over here”.

“and what did you do?” the woman asked

“I was just being the quintessential me” and left it at that.

“But” the woman started to yell, and her husband came over and stopped her, then held her, and looking over at the captain said “Thank You”… very simple, and it quieted the wife.

I looked over at the captain and he smiled. “Want to try to right the boat?” I asked “I could go down and pull the mast that way and you and the others can push the keel this way.”

“No” he said “the salvage boat can do it better. We just have to worry about being found. Although we are in very little danger”. He pointed to my left and about a mile or two away there was another island emerging from the fleeing clouds.

“At least you know where we are” I said and climbing on top of the drying hull, I helped you up beside me. “Nobody move” I asked and opened my waterproof dive box that had stayed strapped to my wrist during the whole ordeal. I took out my new Christmas toy and got online with the satellite. The first words that popped up on my messenger app was “You alive?”. It was my son, and I knew that it was nighttime there and he had stayed up .

‘We are all alive, boat capsized, all ok, can you contact the boat service?’

‘They are on this session. Reached them on messenger, They don’t know where you are.’

‘Tell them we are ok, and’ I turned to the captain. “Where are we? I have the boat service and my son online”. ‘The captain tells me we are 2 miles north west of madman’s point’ I then gave them the exact longitude and attitude as per the GPS.

‘We are on our way, will be there within the hour’ It was the boat service in on the messenger session. I passed the message onto the captain.

‘Love you, my wonderful son, now get to bed, will be turning this off for an hour’

‘Love you too, just happy to see that you are all ok.. night’

I turned off the device and packed it back into the watertight case, sealing it again.

“The next time I laugh at you for your gadgets, or ask why you go diving with a stupid yellow box strapped to your arm, remind me that it is not A stupid yellow box, but THE stupid yellow box” you said with a smile, and I was quite sure that that is not a criticism I would ever hear again. I got up and pulled off my shorts (bathing suit still on from the sand bath just before leaving) and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I looked over and you had a look on my face that told me I was going to have an interesting night tonight, and that the 7 days on the island had done more to my midsection than even I thought (I must confess that I was pulling in my stomach as hard as I could at the time, but this maneuver had not gotten “that” look for a long time). I took the yellow box off my arm and put it around yours, then winked at you and dove over the side.

Going under the boat I wriggled into the cabin. It was easy to find our two backpacks, except they were now stowed on the ceiling instead of the under the benches. I pulled them free, and they were soaked, but I still put one on each shoulder and exited the cabin to get back on the surface. I handed the bags to you one at a time and pushed as you pulled to get them up. When both of them were up there, I climbed back onto the hull of the boat.

“You would have gotten those back when we landed” the captain said.

“I know, but” and here I reached into your bag and pulled out your sunscreen, then went for mine in the pocket of my bag “ the sun is bouncing off the water as well as hitting us directly, and I would rather have your company reach us first before Smokey the Bear swims out from that island and puts my flaming body out with a shovel. You have a wonderful tan. Me, I just go up in flames”. This got a laugh from the captain, and after I had slathered the lotion on, and we had done each other’s backs. I offered some to the other couple who took it hurriedly and applied it. I dug down to the bottom of the bags and pulled out our light wetsuits, for, even though the temperature was in the 70’s the combination of the wind and the night before was even now causing you to shiver. I had hoped to do some snorkeling on the island, but time had run out and we had done things that I never could have imagined when we set out for the week. “Oh my Gawd, as you would say, we are on Gilligan’s cruise, and that makes you Gilligan”. This brought a laugh, and I was relieved in the back of my mind that our rescue would be faster and less humourous. I covered you with the ground sheet and helped you on with your suit and swimsuit. After a few minutes I saw the shivers stop and you relaxed. I put mine on, for much the same reason and also the fact that it would be added protection from the sun. That, and my silly hat, made me look silly, but I knew I was safe and that counted more at this minute.

“I am so glad that you were here last night” you snuggled up to me.

“As I said earlier, you were her guardian angel, I just watch over you, but that is my pleasure, not my duty”

Twenty minutes later we saw two large boats appear from the east. They pulled up alongside and the five of us got onto one of the boats, you and I carrying our backpacks.. The other was obviously the repair boat. An older man came on deck and pulled the driver aside. I could see the concern and a touch of anger on his face although I could not hear what was being said. I walked over and touched the man on the shoulder. I explained why the driver had left the rudder, and it was either turn a boat over or recover a drowned guest. I offered the opinion that heroes are hard to find as employees.

I like the fact that the elder man looked at the driver with a different expression, waited a while, and said “Sorry, I might have jumped to conclusions. We will talk later.”

“Thank you” he said.

“A boss always worries about his guests first and expects everything to go perfectly. These are things I understand very well, but every once in a while, things do not go as planned, or guests are not little puppets that do exactly as we want, and then, in my opinion, it is better to have a man who cares about the guest first and the consequences second.”

The “boss” just nodded and walked away thoughtfully.

I went back to you, and you were looking so small and cute, covered ankle to neck in the wetsuit, with a towel around your shoulders. I walked over and said “You know, you look like catwoman in that suit… very sexy… but the island had made you a bit too skinny…”

“No such thing” you said, but you hugged me after that, and I did notice you checking yourself out I the window glass next time you went by and there was a large smile on your face…

We got back in to harbor, and were hustled off to the hotel with the woman in the other party wondering when she was going to get her luggage. I knew that we had the suitcases that were being stored at the hotel and would provide you with fresh clothing the minute we checked in, but I turned to you and said “That is why I brought our backpacks up, think one step ahead.”

I got the “You ARE good” look and was feeling very proud of myself. Every once in a while it is good to feel good about yourself, and to have you think so, was icing on the cake.

I took the yellow box back while we were in the cab and opened it up.

‘I hope you are asleep my son, but I just wanted to thank you for everything. We are on our way to the hotel, and I will call you in your morning.’

‘Still here dad, will go to bed now that I know you are 100 percent. The girls send their love to the both of you and cannot wait to see you home. Night night for real’

I passed on the message from my son and his ladies, and you hugged my arm. I noticed that the bracelet had moved and the tan lines were very evident, but either your wrist had become smaller or your bracelet had stretched. I reached over and touched the bracelet lightly and got another squeeze out of you.

We got into the hotel room and you took an instant shower and told me you were climbing under the covers for an hour or two just for a nap. I went to retrieve the suitcases and then got on the phone with the airline to see about rescheduling our flight. As it turned out, all flights had been cancelled yesterday and we found that we had our choice of days to go back to Canada. I went over to you, and explained the situation and you chose to go back on the earliest flight possible. I booked us out the next night and then got out my computer and emailed my son as to the revised schedule. I told him that we would take a cab as the flight would arrive in the middle of a work day, and that we thanked him again and again for being there when needed.

You actually slept for 4 hours and it was dinner time by the time you got up.

We went down into the bar first to wait for a table to open up, and as we waited, people would come up to us and offer to buy a drink for us. I have to think that word had gotten around about our little adventure, but why that would earn us drinks I had no idea. At one point in the evening you noticed a tall young lady looking over at us, and asked me if I knew her. I said “no” (duhhhh) and turned away. After about 10 minutes she walked up to me and gave me a big hug.

“Friend of yours?” you asked, and I just did the guilty shrug that all men do when a tall and good looking lady walks up and hugs them in front of his lady. Then she turned, without a word and hugged you and I could not resist…

“Friend of yours?” with a relieved smile on my face.

“I am the daughter of the couple you helped last night and I just wanted to thank you”

I explained that it was you who had gone in after the woman, and the driver who had gone in after her father.

“I just wanted to thank you, that is all, it was wonderful what you both did”

“I can honestly say that I have never seen her before in my life, and MY weight loss on the island was not that dramatic”, and that got a smile from you that lasted throughout dinner.

It had been a long and tiring day, and we went back upstairs where I rinsed the wetsuits and bathing suits, soaked the clothes that had been drenched with seawater in the bathtub, then climbed into bed beside you and turned out the light.

The night was calm, hot and sticky. There was no wind to speak of, and the apartment was becoming an oven of major proportions. I jokingly asked if we had a meat thermometer. You asked why. I replied that I wanted to stick it in me to find out if I was medium well or still rare… At least this got a laugh, and I hoped I would feel a bit of the breeze from that, but the laugh was a chuckle and I have always wished for the impossible. That is how I came to be with you, so sometimes it works…

I suggested that we go up to the roof to see if there was any air to be had. I did not have much hope that the asphalt, or whatever was up there would have cooled down, but, as I said, I wish for the impossible. To our surprise there was a wood floor on the roof, and four or five unoccupied chairs. We had brought up our own, just in case, and I have to think that no one else had the same idea yet.

There was a very slight breeze and the temperature was definitely cooler, but what really caught my attention, and my breath, was the view out over the city… I held your hand as we went over, leaned on the cement wall that surrounded the roof, and just looked around. The hills in the park were just black areas in the night, but the path lights that wound through them were a necklace of beauty in a sea of gaudy. Red lights, and blue signs, green and orange signals, white spots and golden streetlights demanded out attention and fought for their spot in the darkness. People, just dots under the lights scuttled or sauntered down sidewalks, into and out of air conditioned establishments, a thousand stories, all unknown, moving to their own music.

Even though the heat was still in the air, you cuddled up against me, and we took out lounge chairs to one of the raised areas. I would have to guess that these were used by people getting tans during the day, but they had forgotten the roof on this sweltering evening, perhaps mistaking it for the heat of the day. You left your chair and lay against me on mine. We just stared at the beauty that surrounded us, I even glanced out at the roof and the city when my eyes took a minute away from your face. I felt your leg stretch over mine, and the extra heat was actually welcome, as my fingers traced small patterns on your shoulder and I felt the tickle of you blond hair on my cheek. I would move from time to time, to adjust our bodies for more comfort, or more intimacy, to stretch around and kiss your cheek, to reach my hand around to your back to trace my patterns, each a message that says, I care, I love, I want to be here with you.

Every once in a while, you would look up to return a kiss, or share a kiss, which made the heat of the night a familiar and welcome thing.

The stars were out, not many, but here in the city, one is considered lucky. I could see a few of the brighter constellations, and looked very hard to see if your star was visible. I had given it to you in the tropics on one of our first cruises, on a night as warm as this with the water rushing past our balcony and the moon pointing its’ light right at us across the calm gulf waters. I remember following that road of light out, past the moon, until I found a star in the northern sky that was beautiful enough, twinkly enough, sparkly enough to reflect your personality. You had accepted the star with a kiss, and I looked for it now, almost straight overhead in the hopes of another. I believe that I could see it, just above Orion’s shoulder, but was not sure that it was not a kiss wish sharpening my eyes.

I pointed out the star to you, and you looked up…”Mine?” you asked.

“I think so, or at least, I hope so”

“Close enough” as the kiss drown out the rest of the sentence. I love sentences that die like that.

A soft breeze fell over the wall and caressed our legs, and I had hopes that the heat would break, at least a bit. You just closed your eyes and enjoyed the night. You had always been the smart one in our couple, so I gently followed your example.

Sailing with the Breeze

March 12th, 2010

The beautiful thing, other than you lying on my lap pretending to sleep, was that there was almost no noise. The Atlantic waters lapped gently at the sides of the boat, and the sails flouffed from time to time, but for us, even the wind held its’ breath.

The air was warm, and the sun positively hot, but the shade of the sail protected us, and, as a current or a shift of air moved the boat around, a touch on the rudder would bring the sun back under control. Once in a long while I would look around lazily, and call out to the computer in the cabin “Distance to Land”, and the computer with its’ GPS would say “4 miles” or some such figure. Once it had said 6 and I had to turn the boat towards land, for weather can change in a heart beat out here, and when you are touching me, my heart always beats a little faster.

You had just wanted a day of relaxation and rest, a touch of doing nothing in a race to see as many sights and memories as possible, cameras clicking, “I didn’t remember that”’s being recorded, lunches of questionable value being eaten, and yet, in the rush, it was just the fact that you were here with me that really mattered. Some of the sights were breathtaking, but maybe that was just your hand on my arm. Some of the drives long, but we took them as a time for conversation and laughter. Some of the nights were hot, but we answered by making them hotter.

Today was our day away, our nothing day. The phone was back at the dock tucked in the trunk, the internet on the computer turned off so it served only us on this day.

I felt your hand move against my leg, and warned you with a laugh that if it were one inch higher, I could not guarantee your pretend sleep. You smiled and thought of the possibilities. I just ran my fingers, through your blond hair, excited for a second by the thought, satisfied with the situation as it was, happy that it was you under my fingers, happy that it was me that you had chosen.

An island swam over the horizon and the boat seemed drawn to it. I called to the computer to watch depth and warn at 10 feet, and was comforted at the acknowledgement of the order. The island was small and crowded with trees. No houses were to be seen, but then, there is more than one side to an island.

I pulled in the sails a bit, as you sat up and stretched and my thoughts went off down that heartbeat path again. You looked around sleepily and asked if we were going to stop on the island. I went inside and checked our position with the computer. There was an island shown here, and we were only 2 miles from shore. No name or warnings were showing on the map, so it was fairly safe to land if we should want to.

I asked what you wanted to do, and you walked to the front and dropped the anchor… I hustled to bring down sails and slow our speed quickly and looked up to see your eyes smiling with the confidence that I could perform this tiny maneuver, if only to impress you…

“Lunch will be served soon, my turn to cook” you said, disappearing into the boat. A moment later a cold can of Ginger Ale erupted from the galley and was caught, opened, and cleaned of overflow in what looked like a single motion. A few seconds later, I heard “Fore!!!” come out of the dark. Better late than never I thought and could hear the laugh floating on the wind. I felt a slight lurch as the anchor finally caught on something at about 20 feet, and slowly swung the boat around. I went aft and lowered one of the sails completely, unclipping it from the mast and clipping it to the front bow rail to provide shade….

“If you have a chance, you might want to be on deck”

“Why?” from the galley

“About 10 manta rays and a whole school of yellow fish surrounding them”.

I heard the light feet scampering up the stairs, and half a “Where” get out of your mouth before you saw the solemn procession that was emerging from the sunny side of the boat. “Beautiful” you said, and I agreed… except that I was looking at you. I headed down and brought back some pieces of bread which I soaked, then threw into the water. The yellows immediately gathered around it. I wet some in my hand, and without letting it go, put my hand into the water where it was surrounded and tickled by the yellows until the pieces of bread had gone. I put some in your hand, and holding on to your waist, leaned you over the side as you very, very slowly put your hand in the water. I could see the “Are you sure about this” look on your face, until the yellows were tickling your hand too, and you giggled, and looked like a 14 year old girl with your twinkling eyes and a smile bigger than your face…. Slowly you opened your hand and the bread, then the tickles disappeared…

Just then one of the rays glided to the surface. “watch” I said, and put my had under the ray with a bit of bread in it. When the hand came up it was empty… “Try it”

Again we had the “Are you sure look” and asked “Will he bite?”. “Trust me… just try”. The hand went in, and under, and then I heard “the laugh” as you were startled by the suction of the ray. “No teeth” I said “they suck things up life a vacuum”. You were way ahead of me though and had a second handful of bread for the ray before I finished talking. The yellows were swarming under, catching the crumbs that the ray let drop, and the scene was like a wonderful screensaver, or a Disney movie… too perfect to be real.

Lunch was wonderful and the afternoon perfect, and we did manage to get the boat back In time for sunset, but it took racing the onshore breeze all the way back to the car…

I liked this story and found that the idylic nature was a good opening for adventure. I will expand on this over in adventure, slowly but surely

The lady for whom the precious stroy was written told me that she was afraid of water and I would never get her out on a saliboad… Then next night, she got this

The walk was cool, and I gave you my jacket to keep you warm. You protested like you always do, but you looked so tiny and cute snuggled down inside that oversized coat, that I would have done it just for the pleasure of the view…

The mountain side was steep, and the path just barely wide enough for one at a time, but the grass grew so short and even that one wondered whether it was the goats, or the weather, the height or just the variety of grass. The sights from this height were breathtaking, and at regular intervals we stopped, sat in a rock. ledge, or just grass mound and stared. The others in our party had gone into the city to shop and eat and just run around, but we had already spent a day staring at the old churches and the cool mosaics and shopping held no pleasure.

I reached around and pulled the almost hot tea from my knapsack, poured you a capful, and gently touched your leg as you sipped at the liquid. The valley and the road to the city were spread out far, far below us, and I felt your hand holding my shoulder a bit tightly as we looked down the mountain. Just below us were plateaus carved out of the mountain, growing fields of hay. I mentioned that if we slipped it was just a short roll into the fields, and turned around.. You already knew what the naughty next line was, and laughed, so I did not have to say it, just arced up to kiss you lightly, then, pulling on your arm, helped you up and started on our way again.

The directions that the bartender had given us had been sketchy at best, but I had seen most of the landmarks that he described, and it would be easy to retrace our steps, although to tease you, I mentioned that maybe we should have been dropping breadcrumbs along the way…

Ahead lay the large rock that had been described to me, and although going around the bottom edge looked easier, I took the advice we had been given and went over the uphill edge. It took a good 5 minutes to get around the rock and out onto the large ledge, but it was well worth it. I could see off to the left where the rock had fallen away and the bottom edge path would have become a bit scary, and treacherous if you did not watch your step. I reminded myself to tip the bartender very well that night. I held out my hand to help you down onto the ledge and only then did we turn to see what we had come all this way for… It was breathtaking…..

We could now see the panorama from the east side of the mountain, and peaks spread out before us and to the right going on endlessly as if we had reached the end of the world and this is where the sky was held up. I could see where some of the ancients got their legends, and I was ready to believe it myself. To the center left, there was a widening gap in the range, and, as promised, through the light haze, could be seen the green Aegean sea, just a raised color between a far off pass. I turned to you and said “See, I promised I would get you 100 miles from the water”, and you smiled and hit my arm lightly, but at this height, and with the world spread out below us, you never let go of that arm.

I cleared a spot on a rock at the back of the ledge and we sat down on the cold stone. The sun was very bright, and quite warm, especially back here out of the light wind. I tucked you into my shoulder, and arranged the bottom of the large jacket around your legs. You put your head on my shoulder as you had so many times before, and I did not need the sun for warmth…

“A camera would not do this justice you know”… either the truth, or covering up for the fact that I had not brought the camera along.

“I’ll remember”… a simple phrase from you, but this time the absolute truth.

There are times in life when true and wonderful beauty is laid out before you. This was a time, not to play tourist, but just to appreciate what amazements lay in our world. We just sat and looked for 15 minutes. Silence was like a blanket here.

I felt you leg cross over mine, and I wondered if you were cold… “not now” you said and snuggled closer. I wondered if we were more than a mile up and chuckled at the thought… You gave me that quizzical look, and I just shook my head. I did want to go there, but this was close to perfection and I was not ready to break the spell.

Another half hour went by with no, or very little, movement on either of our parts, neither of us taking our eyes off the view. I did notice the sun was going over to the other side of the rock and finally mentioned that we should start back if we were going to go all the way in full light. You gave me a hug in reply, and a small kiss (well, maybe not that small, but I do not want to titillate the reader) and I wondered how much more time we could spend here…

Once again we took the top route off the ledge, and this time, as we walked back, we did so much slower than our pace out, and hand in hand, side by side. I was beginning to wonder if I could afford the tip that bartender deserved…..

Prelude to Decoration

March 12th, 2010

The last tears of raindrops from the roof and a mist tumbling about on the ground made this a magical morning meant for adventure, created for creation. You came around the corner, coffee cup in hand, already dressed for the day, while I just admired the scenery, still clad in the old bathrobe, with a notebook on my lap writing stories of far off lands.

“Are you sure this is a full shopping day?” you asked.

“Made for it”

The sun was fighting the overnight clouds and the reds and blues of the battle coloured the sky and made for a painting I would have killed to be able to put on the wall if only you would have agreed on having those bold colours in your beautiful room.

“Coffee?”, another question, with an nod for an answer, and you, the magician, appeared two seconds later cup in hand, tiny kiss to flavour the brew, gentle hug to warm up the man, and the vision of you seating yourself across from me to frame the morning.

“I know the perfect town for our expedition”, I said, which was unusual, for it was normally you who knew every store, every shopping destination, each bargain planned like a campaign, and actually, this was no exception for we had visited this place three months ago in the dregs of the winter and vowed to come back when the time was right, or in this case, when the time was today. This was finally the day that the family room got changed, and there was an energy in the air born of my creation and your taste, my practicality and your class.

“Budget?” you asked, and I answered that it was only limited by our imagination, and what we found.

“I would rather the perfect room to relax in and worry about how to replenish the bank account, than lots of zeros doing us no good. The zeros come from inspiration and we can always get more of those, but today is a day for excitement and rebirth, and we do not want to worry about what we are doing, just enjoy what we are creating”

The quiet smile that I got in return and the look in your eyes made me consider postponing the trip, at least for an hour or two, but I went upstairs to dress for the road, and came back to find you, camera and measuring tape in hand, pacing off the room one last time. Yes, you were prepared for today.

“Come, breakfast on the road, for we have to get out early”

An hour or so of driving through mountains and greenery set the stage, and I loved the feel of my hand on yours as the car seemed to know where we were going. The soft murmur of the GPS would provide counterpoint to the silent concentration, as every 10 minutes or so you would write something in your little book, or pull up the laptop and recolor the walls, new ideas tumbling one over the other for ascendancy or direction.

The town came up over the top of a hill, a perfect storm of large stores to the east and quaint antique and paint stores in the village, spaced between cabinet makers and tissue shops, clothing stores and restaurants. We parked and left the car, prepared for adventure, hungry for breakfast, open to new ideas and old possibilities. The smell of the rain was still on the streets, although the sun was now starting to rise in a pristine blue sky and would dry the sidewalks in the next few minutes. It was a perfect in between time, and the smell of coffee and croissant led us into a small restaurant, barely 10 tables each already full, except for the one that seemed to have been held just for us sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, freshly cleaned by the same waitress who had served us three months ago when we discovered this town. She looked at us and smiled, and indicated the table, and for a second I wondered if she remembered us.

Breakfast was good, but the conversation was about colours and textures, plans and sizes, and the payment of the cheque a starting gun for the day ahead.

We left the restaurant for a walk down the street, and each shop in turn opened its’ doors as we walked up to it. The owners started their day with us, and we, in turn, hunted inside each one, clicking pictures, making notes, admiring dentelle and bibelot alike, making a small purchase here, another there, but waiting for the inspiration of the big items that these would compliment.

You dawdled in the paint store for half an hour, bringing paint chips out into the sun, then back into the shade, before settling on your color, the base for all that was to come, and an opportunity for me to walk back to the car, two cans in hand, to be transferred to the trunk instead of lugged down the street.

I caught up to you, a fast walk there and a short run back, as you admired rustic hand-made furniture pieces, each lovingly crafted, each carefully considered.

One set of love seats caught your eye in a small store, and you played with a full book of swatches, matching each to the holy grail of the new paint color like you were planning a marriage, some discarded, three or four hanging out of the sample books, dog-eared possibilities or seating to come. At times you asked my opinion, and I have to admit, sometimes you even listened as I made a comment, or shook my head a flat no, but you were in a heaven of your own making and there was a room at stake here.

In and out of stores we went, each lovingly scanned for treasures, ideas, possibilities, surprises. Sometimes communication would be a look and a nod, a purse of the lips, an eyebrow raised, and almost imperceptible shake of the head, sometimes a find would bring a long string of sentences as a new direction opened up before our eyes, casting doubt on the colour choice at times, enhancing it at others. Excitement would pile on excitement as the idea finally ran its’ course and was discarded or a wonderful find was filed away in our wishes for action only when the accompanying players could be found.

The end of the village came up too quickly, but was a call to the outside of town, and, as the car came around a turn there were not the three or four that we had seen from the top of the hill, but at least 10 behemoths crouching before us, a feast to your eyes, a widening of mine. We decided to take them in order. In overly heavy glass doors, uniform in their feel, around a track designed to expose us to the maximum number of pieces, each set with the correct painting, or the perfect bed linens to make you feel as if this was your next home. Every new piece was inspected, appreciated, pushed aside, walked beyond, or surrounded and inspected. Most got curt “too big”, “too small”, “too light”, “too dark”, “we are not doing bedrooms today”, “we are not doing kitchens today”, “oooooooooh I like it!”, “oooooooh yuchhhh!!!”. Some came within the parameters that we wanted. A few got the “too expensive” from you, but a quiet “keep it in mind though, if it is perfect, we can afford it, or maybe think of it as, we cannot afford to be without perfection in that room” from me. You were being practical, and in the long run, I would accept that verdict, but for now, I was trying to expand your definition, financial at least, of practical.

Four giant stores, and lunch called out to our feet, a rest was needed, a moment, or an hour of reflection, discussion, practicality, dreams, and a lot of hand holding and eye to eye admiration.

We debated whether we should go back into the village for something good and homemade, or stay out among the giants for something fast and close by. We settled on a more upscale restaurant among the big box stores, meant to keep the affluent in the vicinity with better fare and a more soothing environment. Comfortable benches, slip off shoes, and sighs of relaxation were the order of the day, or at least of the lunch time, and quick waitresses took efficient orders and mostly left us alone to our plans and trade-offs. One after another the ideas of the morning started to give shape to the family room. A painting here, a toutou there, a dash of fabric as a throw, this couch or that love seat, no, a matching pair of love seats, or perhaps four comfortable club chairs around a table and rug. How would the fireplace be oriented, how would the large, large flatscreen fit in, what would happen when company came, where would we put the current buffet, the room divider, how would we camouflage the bathroom and the laundry room, or would we shut the doors and brazen it out… Wait! Maybe pebbled glass French doors, to let the light in, or, or… the ideas tumbled out like marbles all over the table, skittering here and there, each an excitement, a blessing, a mitzvah, a wonder to be combined with other ideas and shuffled, diagrams made and discarded, new napkins brought by bemused waiters to become blueprints. Energy erupting from the booth like a volcano of decoration.

I loved the lunch with its’ creation and ideas more than the safari through the furniture jungles, but desert came and went, the hour passed in a moment, and the door opened to a warm afternoon and 6 more stores to canvas. Actually, make that five. I dug my heels in and declined to go into one with a reputation for cheap furniture, although you said there might be treasure among all the bargains. I asked if you had ever actually bought anything there, and you replied that it could not hurt to look, but you had been the first to slip off your shoes in the restaurant, so yes, it could hurt to look. We settled on five, and I knew that the branch in the city would be scoured during the week, but that is a battle I was willing to lose, for I would not be there, and the unpurchases would still not be made, but the curiosity would be satisfied.

Each store went by smoothly. Each became a practiced dance, a well worn routine. Items were found, and items were scorned. At last the final store swooshed its’ door behind us and we sat on the hood of the car arranging the re-visits.

“Sure you do not want to go to the cheap store”

“No, but you can go during the week, there is one down near your work”

The shine came into your eyes, “ok”, and the battle I planned to lose was lost, and you had your sixth store. Wonderful compromises can be found anywhere.

We went back to two of the stores and had our short list of furniture.

Then we hit “our” rule. Never buy then and there unless the bargain is too good to miss. We decided to take some time in the clothing shops in the village, a sorbet between furniture stores, have a nice dinner, then make up our minds and book the deliveries. Besides, I had seen a beautiful pair of Pajars on sale, this being summer, that were just made for your legs. We changed mental gears to let the excitement die down so that we could distinguish between what was there and what was wonderful.

We drove a short three minutes back into the village. There were still three hours of shopping left in the day, and we decided to take two of them to ponder, calm down, refresh our thoughts, and, my favourite, just be together with nothing important to do and all the important work just fingertips away. You looked wistfully at the pair of loveseats from early in the day, but a chuckle from me brought you back.

The warm day called for a beer, and a glass of wine for you, white, well chilled, clear gold contemplation. Answering that call was easy, and once again the feet took a rest, and each time the conversation steered itself toward the future of the family room, we would tack in another direction, sailing our dreams towards late summer trips and early fall vacations. I asked if you could take the time off work, and you assured me that if the destination was right, or the company acceptable (as you flashed me one of your heart melting smiles) you could find the time. The talk veered towards cabbages and kings, and just when you had lost track of the furniture, I asked what you thought of the day.

In an instant you were back, this time with decisions that were the first thought. The little store down the street would get the love seats, in a lighter leather than you had decided upon before, and the three matching tables from one store, and two brass studded and leather chairs from another that would go in the club room in the basement but would match the style of the family room when friends or, for that matter, family came over. One rug from a third store and three throws from a fourth. You wanted to compare two table lamps but were quite set on the standing light, and all three would have matching shades at which point we both said in unison “to tie them together” and realized with a laugh that decoration shows were having an impact.

The cheque was paid, and the shop with the love seats delighted to have the order, you kept pressing for 6 weeks, and she promised to try but we settled for 8 week delivery. It would be worth it.

We were in full steam ahead mode now, and it was no more a shopping expedition but a fully fledged campaign. We headed through stores at a pace that would make any man proud, if it had not been for the previous 8 hours, and bought cleanly, packed quickly, then moved on to the next find. The choice between the table lamps turned out to be very easy now that decisions were made, as one just did not go at all with the total look, whereas the other fit like it was designed just for us. The thee shades were stacked inside each other and the back of the car was getting full. Deliveries were arranged, credit card swiped repeatedly (to the accompaniment of me sighing slightly the last few times), and like that minute of peace at the last moment of battle, it was over… with 20 minutes left, and, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles (where is a fiddler when you need him), you actually walked past a full display of dentelle with barely a glance. I wondered if I should get out my Christmas toy and use it to film this historical moment, but satisfied myself with a turned away smile, and a gentlemanly pull at the last glass door.

There was still two hours of sun left, and I suggested a restaurant almost all the way home. I knew that if we went to one of the nice places in the village you would think of one other thing, or stop once more in one of the little shops in town that stayed open for the tourists. The drive back was very quiet, with an occasional turn into the back see to look again at one or another of the throws and compare them edge over to the lamp shades, the rug, or the lamps themselves. I abstained from any remark, knowing that you were now into full decorating mode, that in your mind the paint was already on (and I had, in my toy, the phone number of a good painter who was not me), the lamps assembled, the chairs in place and the rug lying in wait for the two love seats. Looking over as you looked up at me and smiled, I could see a color change coming to the kitchen in the near future, but that is the joy of knowing you well enough to read your mind. I knew that this smile would be reinforced by a long hug in the garden after we got home.

The restaurant came up over the hill, and you asked if we could skip the dinner and just get this home. I promised to make us up a little something while you pondered your treasures, and sailed past the restaurant. Truth be told, I was not hungry, but I had just wanted to sit in an elegant place and see you opposite me.

Home brought a flurry of carrying items into the house, then emptying the family room into the basement (just when I thought that I was about to have some rest), then the items in the car got laid out and you actually put a streak of the paint on the walls. I went into the kitchen and scrounged up two mutton sandwiches, thinly sliced for you, with Dijon, thicker for me with commercial mustard. A red wine cork popped out of its’ neck and the bottle and two glasses followed the sandwiches out to the dining area in the garden. I knew that this was a time to wait, and did so, two big bowls upended over the sandwich plates, as I walked the stone paths and fed the fish. The waterfall called out to me, but I just listened to the melody it sang and let it make my day.

At last you came out, with more than one glance backward as a rearrangement came to mind, or a possibility reared its’ head. You did however, sip the wine, and sit down, and when your eyes met mine, and the smile under them made the whole day worthwhile, I could not help thinking that everything was right with the world.

The dinner was punctuated with possible paintings, either from the “gallery” in the basement, or from Courtemanche out in Magog, or even the frame shop around the corner. Your mind was still racing and the night would be filled with dreams of change, hopes for beauty and the soft satisfaction of a sculptor on the last few strokes of a masterpiece. I knew that it would change over the months and years to come, for, around you, change is inevitable, but I was pleased at the base that we had built, one more room chalked up, and other challenges that were now capable of being taken up…

In the long run, it is not where you live, or how you decorate that is important, it is how you satisfy yourselves with the way you live.

You satisfied me very well….

Sunset on the Cote D’Azur

March 12th, 2010

I could write you a picture of a beautiful sunset along the Cote D’Azur, with two young at heart lovers walking along side by side, not saying much, discussing everything, just holding hands, and every once in a while stopping to explain or make a gentle point…. All the while the sun creates a highway of light on the water, and beckons towards a future of beauty and romance. The few seabirds that are around only make soft sounds as if not to disturb the couple. The world, for the time being does not exist, but is only an abstract idea somewhere along the highway of dreams.

The two sit down to admire the water, and the highway and each other. He sits behind with his back against a tree, she, cuddled up against his chest, maybe for protection against the evening sea breezes, maybe just to be close. They murmur softly, their voices blending into the wind, talking about the future, and shared pleasures, and how good they feel in each other’s arms and presence. Sometimes the talk is just to say, “Yes. I am here” or “It is so nice to talk to you here in my arms” even though the words are different or trivial. His hand runs very softly up her arm, through her hair and across her cheek as if to reassure himself that this is not a dream. She moves lightly against his hand to reassure him, and herself.

The sun is just a sliver on the horizon, and the highway gets dimmer and smaller and seems to point right to them. She cuddles even closer, trying to find the warmth of his soul, even if the evening is hot and comforting. He places a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead. Affection given and affection returned, fertile growing fields for love.

She turns and kisses him in the gathering dusk, and they get up to slowly walk back down the beach. Night dreams become reality as the lights come up slowly around them. They walk arm in arm now, closer, more intimate, heads turned towards each other to hear the soft words being spoken. This is a time of softness, and tenderness, and caring. The hearts have called to each other, and found each other, and loved each other, and now rejoice in each other. The movements of their bodies more a soft graceful waltz than a walk, moving in a slow rhythm to a tune that only the two of them can hear. The music of the bistros and cafes wafts out to them, but seems only to enhance the dance rather than interrupt it. They adapt their music to the world around them and make it a part of their song. They feel the living pulse of the night and turn it’s life to their own adding it’s energy to theirs, feeding off the warmth of the evening and its’ people.

For lovers such as these, the world is an amplifier of love. The people around seem to share in their great secret, and smile because of it. The waiters and vendors recognize the love that emanates from these two and it makes their night better.

The lovers move into the darkness, slowly returning to a night that will embrace and enfold. The softness intensifying and the anticipation growing. An excitement and expectation seem to grip the very streets that they walk along. The highway of dreams once again stretches before them, a promise made to be explored.