Woke this morning, chatted with Maya and then we put her bags in the car and went off to the tiny airport with the tiny planes where we found out the tiny airline was on strike. The tiny airline consists of about five people, including the person working the desk. So, she’s here for another day, which is nice, she can show me a new beach today. Here’s a picture of one of the pilots of the tiny planes, picking up his sock, bored, on strike, while commuters stand around, annoyed that they can’t get off the island:
and here is Maya, realizing she’s staying another night:
Tomorrow will be my first day alone in the house and I can finally set up my studio area and unpack my box of supplies and start working. I suppose I could start today, but there is also a maid coming to clean the house after the last artists were here, so I’m just going to wait until tomorrow and start. My legs are completely fucked up from the mosquito bites. I haven’t ventured into the grocery store or pharmacy yet where I hope to find some sort of lotion to fix the scratching. So I guess this is where the blog starts to get boring, as I’m detailing every moment, including the need for lotion on my legs. Nice.One of the dragons just walked over onto the porch. They aren’t afraid of me and I guess I’m getting a little used to it, as long as they stay off the porch. I’ll write more later tonight, hopefully something more interesting, but for now, here is a small movie of one of the crazy birds that splashes around in the bird bath here on the porch, and below that is a picture of said dragon:
stay off the porch, fucker.
