Last Days

Last Days

Friday was our last day at the resort, so we swam a lot in the Ocean and the pool.

The fish spiraled around me as I ventured out to the coral reefs. The fish were following me, Amelia said.

She played with the kittens would we destined to go home with someone working at the resort.

That night we took a last stroll under the stars and moon on the beach.

We got up early on Saturday to catch our shuttle to the airport.

We were in for a treat as climbed up from the ocean valley to the ridge the road was built upon. We had come this way the night we arrived and only saw rock passages and stars.

This time, we were stunned by the blue sky, and cliffs with waves crashing below up onto rocks.

 It was beautiful and what I remembered from The Time of the Butterflies. They hired a driver to drive over the mountains to the beach towns to see their men in prison. I could feel the danger of the rode in the book, but it was so easier to imagine it riding a similar road miles south of that one in the book.