Bob and I flew out to Vieques, a day after my parents and their two friends arrived, as a birthday surprise to my grandmother. She was shocked! Pleasantly so. I snuck up behind her and she let out a little gasp and we hugged tightly for a while. It was a pretty nice feeling.
My grandmother lives in cozy pink house in Vieques. There you can find the typical grandmotherly things like tiny glass ornaments, antique furniture, a china closet for all the “good” china, worn photo albums, the constant smell of something cooking in the kitchen and plastic-covered sofas (seriously, don’t sweat on those things or you’re stuck to it forever). Oh yeah…and no air conditioner!
But I love it. Nothing has changed since the last time I visited too many years ago. Her face powder is still in that spot between the bathroom sink and the wall with the light switch. The vegetable and fruit magnets are still stuck to that vent over the oven. Same curtains, same picture frames, same drinking glasses, same, same, same. It’s such a comforting feeling, seeing all these things unchanged in a world where everything changes eventually.
But here is where I feel like I’m 9 years-old. It’s like I never left.