The last day we were in the small island off the mainland PR, we wanted to go snorkeling in the crystal clear waters. Unfortunately, we realized as we woke that morning that a storm was brewing. The partner got a little concerned and talked to various people about whether or not it was a good idea to carry on as planned. Some said that it would be ok since the storm was moving a totally different direction; some said they would think twice before venturing into the water. The mixed responses that we got were not to satisfactory, so, we promptly canceled the idea to go snorkeling as soon as the owner of the guiding company said it wasn’t advisable to go brave the ocean in such a situation.
Now we found ourselves with a good few hours in hand before it would be time for the Ferry’s scheduled departure. At once, we took a cab to get to the other side of the island since we hadn’t explored that part much the previous day. We decided we would walk around for a while before stopping by some local place for lunch, and then head to the terminal.
And merrily pace the quiet streets we did. There was no crowd, no noise to face. We went, hand in hand, here and there. The open courtyard of the Mayor’s office caught the partner’s fancy and we stepped in after asking the guard on duty for permission. She might have thought that we were interested in building itself, so she kept prompting us to the upper floor showing us a room where the Mayor’s office probably was. The partner politely thanked her and let her know that he was more fascinated by the beautiful tree that stood in the middle of the courtyard. And we stood there for quite some time taking it all in. As we got out of there, another guard was in conversation with the one that let us in. We thanked them for letting us take a peek, and told them that the tree standing tall over there was magnificent. Did those Spanish speaking folks understand what we communicated to them? I don’t know. Were they wondering why this crazy duo was so mesmerized by a tree that was for them was an everyday sight? I don’t know. It was fun, though.
After that, we rambled along more. Most of the shops were closed. It started drizzling a little right when we came across a café. It was open, so obviously we went in. While I ordered a coffee and was going through their book collection, the partner went out to the back and stood there positively charmed by the downpour. This feels just the way monsoon rains in India feels, he said as I took my place by him, leaning on his shoulder. We listened to the music of cloudburst. We saw the million cats at the café find and take shelter from the rainfall. I sipped on the bitter coffee as the partner struck a conversation with one of the owners. And right when we came in to sit and relax for a bit, the lady let us know that she was going to close the place for the day. With the drink in hand we were out again, this time under the bawling sky.
We treaded along the walls trying to keep ourselves under the roofs of the buildings. It a while before the canopy of black clouds up above moved away. And then, without the song of falling rain ringing in the air, all we heard was the gushing water that ran along every street trying to find its escape into the drains. Let’s make boats and set them to sail, flickered the partner’s brilliant mind. Without losing any time to discussion, we leaped into action. He cut pieces out of a big sheet of some tourist map we had and I made the boats.
We set the first one on water. It went away with rushing stream while we stood there watching. Within a minute or two, it was out of our sight. The next boat was made. And set to sail. This time, though, the partner said we should tag along with it before bidding it goodbye. So we did. As the boat sailed along the roadside river, we ran beside it. The tiny boat endured a few rough tracks on its path. Yet, it kept on sailing. And sailing. It went a few blocks before finding it’s resting place behind a truck’s huge tire. And that’s where we stopped too. We bent over, looked for it under the truck. It was nowhere in sight. We lingered nearby, glimpsing at every point around the truck to see if we could spot our boat. Alas, we couldn’t.
We had to let go and move on because we started getting unwanted stares. There were people on the streets clearly eyeing the madness of our actions. I don’t know if they knew that we were behind our precious boat or if they only saw two silly tourists running on the wet streets of their town and observing closely a lone parked truck. My bets are on the latter; I am pretty sure they found us / our activity peculiar, bordering on suspicious. It wouldn’t have been ideal to wait for them to understand the emotions behind our childlike behavior now, would it? Hence, so as to not give them any wrong ideas, we moved on with our faces beaming with joy.
Splendor. Silliness. Smiles. What’s not to love?