So I'm sitting here thinking how do I convey how perfect the day was? How do I quantify in some meaningful way what we experienced? I don't know how to do it. I tried taking some pictures, but it's the same things you've seen before. How do share the perfect temperature of the trade winds or the soothing cadence of the waves breaking. The perfect texture of the sand as the ocean wipes away the days activities. We sat there drinking a bottle of Merlot (no scotch tonight) in awe of it all, closing out the day as we've done for the last week. For us, it never grows old and you don't want it to end, each and every day. We didn't leave La Plata until 6pm, the latest yet. We arrived @ 10am. 8 hours that seemed like mere minutes. It was so beautiful that I wish each and every one of you could be there, just to experience it with us. Thoreau wrote about "living deep and sucking out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.” In some ways that's what we're doing here. We pack up the basic essentials for the day and head out. Maybe it's because we feel so close to what is living when we're on the beaches of Vieques. , it's not someone else's idea of what paradise is, it's ours. I don't know...but it was a perfect day.
see ya tomorrow
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