Traveling pt 2

The family sets up camp. The daughters, Jane and Molly, pull out their latest reads and the father examines today’s paper. Mother goes for a walk along the white sand beach. Mere yards away the rolling blue waters of Magen’s Bay crush upon the same sands.


Jane takes a moment from her reading. “Daddy,” she says with a strong French - English accent, “what does recluse mean?” Her father asks her to repeat it a few times. “Ahh,” he replies with his equally strong accent, “to stay inside, to hide away, go into hiding.” Importing her father’s definintion, Jane continues in her book.

Molly is off somewhere playing. Her towel lays abandoned between her family members. Her book is away in her sister’s bag. She is no where to be seen.

Jane turns the page and turns to ask her father another question. This time is about “sombre.” He explains it well enough for the 12-year old to grasp and continue her reading. They say the best way to expand your vocabulary is to see it in context and look it up or define in the context. Jane is well on her way to loquacious life.

Molly gallops up the beach to the family spot. Her sister is reading on the towel and her father is watching the bay seas roll up on the sand. Molly just built a castle or something down the way and begs Jane to go see it. Jane lumbers steadily to Molly’s creation.

Jane returns unimpressed to her towel. She picks up her book and continues in her peruse. Molly follows her back running with her hands out to the side to dry them and not get them sandy again. It’s almost time to go.

Back at the family station, father suggests Molly stay in the area. Shortly mother returns and they begin to pack up their things. It is only 10:30am and they have a big day ahead of them.

Traveling pt 1

Consider this just a series of short prose or musings to continue my Lenten commitment that didn’t get much commit.

One of my goals for the week is to blog / write more…again.  If I get nothing else from this trip, I hope that is it. A job prospect would be better.

Many of the flights are full. They are offering $500 travel vouchers to passengers whom volunteer to change flights. That’s more than my flight cost!

I have about an hour and half before my flight is scheduled to depart. We will probably be boarding in an hour. I must make sure I purchase another drink before that time.

The British Virgin Islands and Puerto Rico are confusing places, and clearly not defined as “international” by the major airports. It’s not up to me to figure it out.

My father brought me to the airport this morning. It was he or Andrew. I trusted that my father would be there and get me here on time. He did. Andrew would need to be called a few times, dragged out of bed, and then give me anxiety driving through Boston.

Thank you Dad! I am off to get my drink.