What Super Power?

​ I’m never sure where I’m going, but I know it’s typically not the direction everyone else heads toward. The idea of making my way, looking at other ways to experience the world hold wider appeal. I’m looking at adventures before I polish off the one I’m currently enjoying. And as adventures go, this is an epicurean bite to experience during pandemic pandamonia .

Wishes for this non sense to blow out to sea like the trade winds that blow warm over the bow of my boat.
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It’s tough to find others’ that understand the draw of these flights of fancy that I go on. I’m a creative, it’s my default switch. The wide world of my imagination is my best muscle. Stealthy concepts creep into my gray matter and won’t dislodge easily, like my current concoction of Central American bird watching as birthday gift to myself, explore a part of the world again that I haven’t experienced in almost 27 years. Last time I visited Costa Rica and celebrated my 30th birthday there I arrived by sailboat. I’ve been back to Panama a handful of times, boat transits through the Canal Zone mostly, and exploring the Las Perlas islands, a beautiful patch of pacific Panama.
A vivid memory of howler monkeys and wide swipes of color in flight reminders of raw nature, my kinda place. If you think of pleasant memories, you’ll spot yourself in the plot and how happy it was. I remember the good, mostly.
My severe optimism superpowers most things I endeavor to do. It’s this polish on most things, applied heavily gets me off to the next spot on the planet. Okay what’s next: The Leewards was a two year pandemic plan, maybe a bit more to experience and adventure/dive/explore all the way down to Granada. Maybe get a few boat things addressed, see what there is between here and there to discover.

The world is always amazing from the vantage point of afloat.

A digital nomad visa gave me the ability to be on island for two years, my boat went on the hard last May for the hurricane season and was re- splashed after some boatyard attention and lastly bottom paint In November. Living aboard on a sailboat is a pioneering move, hanging on the hook with my new zodiac offers transport to plenty of dive sites to explore. The reefs are healthy and fish, coral, sea sponges proliferate in the warm tropical waters.
Nothing is really local on the island, nice cannabis and maybe mangos, black pineapples and a cousin of the spinach plant that is a vine that grows while you admire it. Every thing else arrives via container ship. Groceries magically reappear Tuesday’s, so a Wednesday shopping day usually plays out. No one talks about the carbon footprint of feeding the island. The tiny island here is also listed with other gross polluters globally. Costs for goods and services are triple normal shopping stateside. As I dingy here and there making my way across the bay is it’s own adventure. News from reality is island life is a small bubble.
Hikes and swims, snorkeling with turtles. Healthy reefs and bananas from the Island of Dominica.