Here are a few more photos from Trinidad. I took more pictures, but I’ll spread them out a bit. Maybe that way, I’ll appear more prolific. (Um … pretend I didn’t say that.)
It took me a while to realize that when they said “green fig,” this is what they meant.
The lighthouse in Toco, which was unfortunately off limits. I can only imagine the view from the top, because in this northeastern tip of Trinidad, you can actually see where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meet. Pretty wild.
We visited a lady who was an orchid expert. One section had all these aerial orchids with their roots forming a suspended jungle. I never saw so many of them in one place outside of an orchid show.
Some dude at Maracas beach. It was a good thing I took his picture then, because once I bit into the local specialty “bake and shark” with every imaginable topping available, I temporarily forgot how to handle small electronics. Come to think of it, I can still barely work the coffeemaker.
Come back for more! I promise, it won’t be a month-long wait. Really.
Okay. I know I said I’d have more pictures from the Caribbean up by the end of the week. But in the midst of unpacking, I happened to find a disc of some photos I took during my Riverside, California trip some months ago.
In my defense, I completely forgot to arm myself against a barrage of cuteness.
Aww. Look at those lips. See what I mean? And I don’t know about you, but when I’m bored, I look bored. Or stunned. Or spaced out. Or just plain weird.
But not this girl.
My niece has the sweetest smile. And she greeted me every morning with those big brown eyes, dimpled cheeks scrunched in an ear-to-ear grin, and the cutest little voice calling my name over and over again. Sometimes, she would rush to me, clutching my slippers in her little hands and running to me as if she had to save my poor calloused feet from the cold kitchen tiles. (That’s okay, baby girl. My feet couldn’t tell the difference. But it was nice of you to be so concerned about my feet.)
Yeah. Life’s good.
Not to be outdone, her brother flashed a sneak attack on me with this wicked pose the day before I left.
I swear, one of these days I’ll sneak back into my cousin’s house and “borrow” these kids. Don’t worry. I’ll bring them back. I promise.
You can trust me, right?
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Oh, and I did do some work on the blog. If you look to your right, I’ve put a link to a separate site – The Poetry Hut – that now serves as home for all that writing and pretending-to-be-creative stuff that I dabble in from time to time. See? I’m not completely unreliable. At least not just yet.
