So now that I've been back home for about a week and a half, I can't help but notice the differences in just everyday life between here and Isla. Take breakfast, for instance. Here's a typical breakfast on the island:
Breakfast at home.
I DO have a colorful tablecloth, however, so that makes it a LITTLE bit better. Wrapping your utensils very tightly in a small napkin also helps. By the way, that's not beer in that glass...it's apple juice.
I took pictures of some of the street signs because they're more creative and I like the lettering and little palm tree on them.
Here's the view I had when I was doing my blog at Jax.
The view from my office at home.
Alright...alright. I know it could be worse. In fact, my three sons know how much I like Isla, so for Mother's Day this year, they chipped in and bought me this big wall hanging of a "virtual" seascape. When it's turned on, it looks like the water's moving and it makes the soothing sound of waves hitting the shore.
Don't worry...I'm not going to get into THAT again. I'm not going to say anything, but just continue my walk down the malecon. And believe me when I say I had nothing to do with putting the turquoise posts back on the ledge! It must have been someone else...I swear!
Okay, I admit it...sometimes I get a little carried away with Photoshop. I'm working on that problem.
The first couple weeks back from a trip to Isla are always the worst...so on to little things I miss.
My little apartment...and hanging my clothes out on the "line" like everyone does there.
My taxi rides to and from the neighborhood. I think on my last ride, there was a total of about eight people in that little cab...the guy just picked up everyone he saw! Kid's sitting on laps...not to mention half of the drivers seem to have their own families in there as well!
Waiting at the taxi stand to go back.
I miss eating at the Loncharias.
I don't think I've ever seen one of these anywhere in the United States.
And I love the little beer trucks.
And the little things.
And the rain storms. I heard the biggest clap of thunder I think I've ever heard on this past trip. And I got stuck at Chimbo's for about 15 minutes during a storm...the rain offers a different kind of beauty to Isla.
And I like the streets in town when it rains. (Although I think the shopkeepers and restaurant workers would probably disagree with me on that one considering how they have to sweep the puddles away whenever it rains.)
I miss the coming ferry...not the going ferry.
But most of all, I miss this.