Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. (Psalm 46: 2-3)
On Saturday, we were going to Guayama, a town in the south of the country with my uncle and cousins. Just as we were heading there, his car’s batteries broke down… twice. To avoid the problem of finding a tow driver while an hour from our homes, we decided to head to the beaches of Naguabo. We went to its seafront to eat fish and empanadillas, and we had a good time. After, there was a small pier. (We went there on Maundy Thursday and Easter, where I took a photo of the sea.) It reminded me of what we’ll leave… UGH! Still, we had a good time.
Sunday was a trip to Orocovis, the center of the Island. This time, I took my trusty notebook and pencil to the trip, so I can muster up some writing for later. We went to Carolina (near San Juan) to pick up some of my dad’s friends and we headed near two hours (with stops) to the city in the mountains. Though curves were tight, the view was impressive. When we reached the city, Papi called one of his friends that live there, so we went to his business in another steep curve. Unexpectedly, we stayed there until dark, soaking in the jíbaro music, beautiful mountains, friendliness and closeness, and good veal and rice! It could be the last… (Joe, don’t do this again!)
All right, I should’ve known better. My musings to point recall nothing but hope, the main reason I keep writing about this. Now I know why I told “…and I won’t be shutting up about it for weeks” or so. But what has become the “last” of everything we know and love should become about the “first” of our new lives.
Just a little weekend to remind me (and prepare me) for the week ahead. It should be (or I pray!) to be as painlessly as possible… or so I thought. This verse really sums up this weekend, as I remembered how blessed I will always be from coming to such an island with that beautiful love. I’m glad to be a Boricua. But more, a son of God, who gave me 15 years (near 16!) to do His will (and plotzing myself along the way!)