I am on an island, a strange and small island. I can walk to one side and see the sunrise and hours later watch the sun set some 25 yards away on the other side. Today I saw the sunrise and set. I've barely slept. My travel mates have slept marathons. I've only slept sprints.
This island is set amidst some of the most beautiful water and mangrove swamp possible. But the island itself, is...rustic. Not rustic in a lovely way, although it could be if there weren't broken beer bottles, soda cans, blue plastic tarps, a shower faucet and vial of blood on the beach. Instead it's rustic in an unkempt way. Being here in the off season probably doesn't help. However, it is quiet.
Well, not at the moment. I'm having my ear bent by a local while I take advantage of WiFi at an empty bar. Although the island is not overly crowded at the moment and many on it are friendly and fun, some folks, like this drunken, overly-animated local, pollute the silence. One of my travel mates, a friend of a friend I'd never before met - lesson learned - sullies the beauty of the place with her self-absorbed, self-serving rubbish.
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Unitarian Universalist Service Committee