S has a monkey on her back. Me. The little guy pictured above, on her shoulder, is a Green Vervet we met on Nevis. Sandy beaches, blue skies, turquoise waters, swaying palms…and a monkey. Perfect morning.
I could write a book about S, but I’ll spare you. In fact, for now, I’ll keep the text on her page rather short and I’ll rely on pictures to help get her personality and accomplishments across to you Goat Waters readers.
She is, foremost, principled. And she’s a school administrator, so she works with over nine hundred kids on school days. She does many things well in this role, but the one you wouldn’t suspect is that she’s been dumpster diving, in a skirt and heels, to help rescue a boy who fled the building and thought the school’s main trash receptacle would be a fine place to hide out.
S loves Curacao. She loves islands generally, but Curacao has stolen her heart. Not from me, but from the mainland. Apologies for the fuzzy shot here, but the bridge was swaying, and it was dark, so the shutter speed was slow. This picture was taken on the Queen Emma Bridge, a.k.a. The Swinging Old Lady, a pedestrian-only pontoon bridge which crosses St. Anna Bay to connect the two halves of Willemstad, Punda & Otrobanda.
S is a runner. Running defines her life, almost as a fourth pillar alongside faith, family, and work. Normally she’s a methodical (read that: not terribly fast, but incredibly durable) long distance runner who jumps at the chance to run a marathon or half marathon, sometimes for her own idiosyncratic purposes, sometimes to help a cause or to coach another runner from start to finish.
On our first trip to Curacao, she was scrolling through the island ‘events’ while we were down and discovered that there was a long run taking place with the lovely Dutch title: Schottegatloop! That’s now one of our favorite words, poorly pronounced. S contacted the race organizer with the Roadrunners Club of Korsou and everyone jumped through a few hoops, or over some hurdles, to get her signed up with only hours to spare. Before dawn, we’d driven from our cottage in Cas Abou down to Willemstad, found the starting line, got S her number, and waited for the gun. Here’s a shot before the race.
As usual, I brought a book. While S ran all over Willemstad, I read in the ball stadium where the race was to end. This was a hot summer morning on a desert island. I was sweating sitting still. Despite the heat, or because of it, S proved herself to be, as we joke, a Trophy Wife. “Second fastest old lady on Curacao,” she says. I prefer how the Dutch worded the trophy text: Dames. Second fastest Dame, 40-49, on the island. S is originally from South Carolina and she loves the heat. Nothing gets her excited like a 95 degree (Fahrenheit) summer afternoon run in Lancaster, or a blazing morning in Curacao.
S loves swimming. She swims with the fish as often as possible. When we were offered the chance to swim with dolphins on Tortola, she didn’t turn it down.
S, like me, loves goats. She prefers them alive. Here’s a friendly goat down at Soper’s Hole Marina in Tortola.
As I find more adventurous S pictures, I’ll post them here, or elsewhere around Goat Waters. We’ve only just begun.