Where ever we go, it seems we tend to absorb a bit of the local flavor, but also leave a trace of ourselves behind. Where we are is where we are, the question is how to make do with what is presented. What use pining for things lost when there is yet life to live and a thousand paths untried? Besides, what is pleasant now can be a pain come the morrow. Every step one ventures leads to it’s own beauty.
Such like today, having taxied all the way down the Causeway, I discovered the boat to Isla Tobagos was sold out. Plans never work out much anyway, so I ended up on a local bus for 2 hours to some Coranado Beach with a couple travelers I met along the way. Unfortunately, as it turns out, the beach is private. We snuck in from an adjacent beach and walked back. As it were, wondera lead to wondera and I’m now sitting at a resort pool near some nice hotel, under a cabana and enjoying the nice breeze and the expensive facilities for free. Let the world be as the world is.
