...goodness last week.
...to tell, enigmatically.
Just now, on the cusp of the last 1/4th of the academic year, I shall avoid discussing the first and postpone the last. Instead, I'll put up a few pretty pictures and tell you that, this week, I saw:
- flying fish, in abundance
- a baby heron
- a flower called a heliconia (pictured here in a photograph not by me)
- Dominica, an island nation of 70,000 people
- Iles des Saintes, a French village in the Caribbean
- distant volcanoes
- water that was so clear that, at 30+ feet, you could see the bottom.
- jumped off a (sort of) high rock into a waterfall-fed pool
- hiked through a rainforest
- ate bananas, and guavas, and coconuts, and the goo around coffee and cocoa beans, and a tiny shred of cinnamon, right off their respective trees and bushes
- snorkled (in relatively uninteresting waters, alas)
- accrued several really good blisters (alas)
- spent a lot of lovely time with my dad, stepmother, and the Minister
- drank a hearty bit of rum
- spoke French for the first time in ages.
A view of Dominica, from the top of a mountain ridge.
Bloodroot trees in the Indian River (Dominica).
Red lavender in front of a blue house (Portsmouth, Dominica).
Shipwreck in the harbor at Portsmouth.
Terre-de-Haut, Iles des Saintes.
Secluded beach on Terre-de-Haut (we were just about the only ones there).
And, because I like birds, a hummingbird in silhouette. I actually kind of like the fact that the leaves are in focus but the bird itself is not.