I sometimes scare myself. After hearing the excavator pushing down the next section of mangroves, I thought, ‘I wonder if it might fall in the river.” I also considered tying myself to a tree, though there are more-diplomatic ways to make a point. Man’s attempts to strong-arm a river often backfire, and watching the landscape disappear tree by tree assaulted my senses.
Nearby Ceiba Foundation has been helpful, though the excavator driver had his own agenda. He had no compassion for saving any of the mangrove trees. Mother Earth decided it was time to be heard!
The municipality has time on its side; the river has not reached low ebb. I wonder if the Rising Tide * will have an unusual entree tonight? – Z
Follow up story tonight. I had planned to go to Bahia, but there’s no way I will leave this turn of events in my backyard for one moment! Z
*(RISING TIDE by John Barry. Read David Futrelle’s review/ second paragraph)
Long ago my brother-in-law Don wondered if I would be bringing ‘seaweed’ to a family pot-luck gathering! I still smirk at the memory and often ponder if he would sample my latest culinary creations here in Ecuador!
Although the post-painting competition closed three weeks ago, budding Picassos continue to dot the town with splotches of color! Continue reading
My friend Barb nudged me into entering a 4-week internship competition through Amble Resorts in the Republic of Panama. After clearing other responsibilities out of my way, I faced a two-day stretch of work to pull the presentation together before Isla Palenque’s Island Interns 2012 deadline.
I apologize to non-facebook people that the voting is through a facebook account; if possible, perhaps some of you can give a thumbs up for Barb and me – or ask a friend who has an account – to vote for you? (If you think our video application is worthy!) Barb is a great friend, and we have a colorful 12-year history of amusing stories.
The story continues: Continue reading