I’m back in the Caribbean hammock again. Gently sleeping and dreaming, I am dreaming of forest and fields and dogs. Most of my dogs are present in this dream, including several that have passed on. I enjoy visiting with pass dogs in my dreams; they are always good dogs in the dreams, unlike sometimes in real life. In this dream we are next to a lake and it is softly raining, I’m calling them to a dryer, warmer spot under the trees, but they enjoy the rain and run in great happy dog circles biting at rain drops. Then I wake up and it is raining on me in the Caribbean hammock. Somehow all this makes sense to me and I continue to lie in the hammock, the rain is cool and light. The only sadness is missing my dogs. My current dog was left state side while I airplane off on vacation. I feel a little guilty about that, how much can a doggy plane ticket cost? The tropical rain increases and I am forced to retreat, moving self and hammock onto the balcony. Three sides of the balcony are open to nature and some rainy mist blows in continuing to cool the air. This is a tropical rain forest and rain is quite common.
On this trip I get an unexpected bonus. The WiFi card in my laptop failed. I could not surf the web, read political blogs or email and watch cable news shows. I remembered why I started going to Mexico, Honduras, Belize and Caribbean islands thirty years pass, I wanted to escape from the American rat race. Little by little, year by year, small steps each time, my employer found ways to keep me “connected” until going on vacation to isolated spots was not at all isolated. Ultimately, I had to descend 10 meters or more under the waves to escape, scuba diving became the last hiding place. This vacation became a return-to-my-roots vacation. My heart rate is down and my mind unencumbered with the relentless tsunami of trivia. Just me and a small stack of books. “The Admirals” about the 5 star admirals of WW2, some Terry Pratchett SciFi fantasy, two economic theory books and “A Universe from Nothing” a physics book asking why there something rather than nothing. Without WiFi I had the time to enjoy each reading, just the way I did thirty years ago.
Days in which the high point is watching a turtle nest hatch, floating the bay in snorkel gear following young squid schooling and catching the full moon rising at sunset. With breakfast at noon, falling asleep in a hammock, wandering a moon lit sandy shore after midnight. I am more connected on this trip than at any time with the WiFi working.
I have fixed my WiFi card and now feel compelled to go online and write a blog. Vacation only last two more days, I’ll try not to waste it on the internet.