Roseau with Wonderman

During the break, Wonderman and I took a little trip to Roseau.  It was super fun just wandering around the capital, looking at stuff.  We found a street with my name, so of course we had to take a picture: 

But we couldn't see the sign in the picture, so it turned out to simply be a gratuitous picture of me (always a nice addition, right?).  Then we took one of the sign, just to prove the point.

 What?  That's not my name, you say?  Oh yeah?  Ask my mom.  Then we'll see who's right.

We also went to the Dominica museum,

which did have one of the funniest signs I've ever seen (so much for objectivity):

 Funny that Columbus Day isn't a national holiday here.

When we went to IGA, I fully enjoyed Wonderman's bewilderment and amazement at all the amazing things for sale there.  I also realized that for some reason, the Captain Crunch box is really funny in French:

It's funny to say in French too.  Try it, it will make you giggle.

We ended the day watching a cruise ship literally sail off into the sunset.

Conclusion:  Lovely days are even lovelier when spent with Wonderman.

Inheritance

This is a combination of silly looks (please disregard the hair; it can't be helped). 

The camera at my chest is genius I got from my father.  As I was hiking and trying to decide if it was worth the risk to keep my camera in my hand because there was so much amazing stuff to picture, but I was sliding around in the mud and crossing rivers with super slidey rocks, I started telling Wonderman about my dad.  Dad has a camera case connected to his climbing harness so that he can take pictures with one hand without letting go of the rope.  I told Wonderman that was what I needed.  Then I realized I could create a make-shift version.  It will hopefully be less silly when I get my itsy-bitsy camera that will make for easier access.  Still, I have to give props to Pops.  It made the whole thing so much smoother and safer.

Conclusion:  Learning from someone else's experience can be invaluable.  Thanks, Dad.

Syndicate Falls

Ross has free trips to cool places in the weeks before a new semester.  We've gotten to be a part of a few good ones (that's how we got to Red Rock).  It definitely was a mass hike to Syndicate Falls, which is never my favorite, but it turns out, it was worth it. 

Here is Wonderman helping a small child cross a river:

Here is how we do vacay photos (we actually had a number of others taken by very helpful and nice people, but they're all out of focus, or we have lame expressions, or the reflectors on my backpack caught the flash and totally over-took the picture, or something).  Still, it's us and Syndicate Falls:

This is a tree next to the side of the falls that is growing horizontally from the side of the cliff.  It was pretty crazy.

This is a family here that we really like:

This is my new friend, K.  She wears black nail polish, loves mountains, and wants to live in Alaska when she grows up (ok, technically she is a grown-up, much more so than me since she has two kids, which automatically qualifies her as a grown-up, but still.  Alaska).

These are the plants along the trail that totally look like something plastic I would buy at Michael's, were there a Michael's nearby and had I a reason to buy green plants.  The point is, they were so perfect, they didn't seem real.

This is my attempt at capturing the sweeping vistas from the hike.  It's a little bit hard to convey, since it's all green, but still it was incredible. 

We ended the hike with fresh sugar cane.  It was strange, but sweet.  I think that I had enough to be good forever.  No need to suck on fibrous sweetness again.

It was a good hike.

Sea-Side Cottage

Now we live here: 

In front of our house is this:

We have a lot of this going around the outside of our house:

Painted on the front of the house are these:

At the end of the driveway is this:

It's a lovely change and totally worth the extra walking (no hills!) to get to campus.  I assure you, I will show you inside pictures at some point when there are not random things strewn about the apartment.  It may be a while.

There Was a Little House in the Middle of the Woods

This is where we used to live:


It looks kinda cool all surrounded by trees and stuff, right? However, perhaps you can tell by the angle of the shot that it was up a bit of a hill. I never loved that. It also wasn't big. There weren't a lot of chairs. There were only windows on one side and thus very little breeze. There were many great things about the place (like security, quiet, great landlords, proximity to the annex, etc.), but this is obviously not the place for mentioning them, as I am telling you why we used to live there. Soon, I'll tell you where we live now. It's pretty cool.

More Red Rock Madness

The Caribbean Pizza was delicious, as promised.



One of our friends kids asked Wonderman the other day why he was so white. It's a valid question.

He looks happy, right?


The views were breathtaking, as were the overly rambunctious waves.



Wonderman was sure tuckered, but it was a good day all around.

Where Southern Utah Meets the Atlantic Ocean

Red Rock, Dominica

I only wish I had a thousand pictures, because words cannot describe its beauty.