You know what I mean about escaping the crazy, right? The crazy scenes, the crazy demands and, in particular, the crazy people. Yeah, they're like gum on the bottom of the shoe. Crazy and they won't go away.
So we take a last getaway before the rhythms of the school year overtake us and cramp the style. The beaches of the coast of Maine give the beaches of the Caribbean a run for their money and we're fortunate to have both options at our disposal.
The Atlantic Ocean is barely above freezing, particularly as August winds down and September slides in. But the views are spectacular. A Jamaican beach can provide sugar-white sands, bathtub-water temperatures and shades of turquoise that make you want to take a bite out of them. But with the exception of jet skis and parasails crossing your landscape every five minutes, the pretty blue water can get rather bland.
The crashing surf of the Prussian blue Atlantic, on beaches that shrink and deepen dramatically with the tides, is a stark contrast to the mild-mannered Caribbean. The bay is pockmarked with rocky outposts, some abandoned, some hillsides blanketed with tiny cottages clinging fiercely to their foundations. It just never gets old.
So we meet up with our mirror family -- the bredren bond over the grill stacked with swordfish, the sistren shout their supervision from beach chairs, our patois impeccable if not also slightly mocking. The two grandmamas in attendance sip their vodka and grapefruit, yet another common trait they share. And the lovely all-girl pickney posse kicks around a soccer ball, trying to avoid the waves.
It's bliss, baby, bliss.
What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life - to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
-- George Eliot
4 comments:
Beautiful tapestry of life. Glad you had a good vacation.
Sistren! Slightly mocking?????
Viciously mocking is more apt, no?
I want to escape the crazy! Your paintings are a big help... :)
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