New Video: Vieques and Culebra
For your viewing pleasure, and also as a hedge against my future Alzheimer’s, here is another video offering.
Vieques & Culebra, Puerto Rico…another installment of where were we and where we think we are going, as we make our slow and unhinged migration toward the British Virgin Islands
The big news is that I have found a video editor. This means the videos should now arrive thick and fast instead of appearing every few weeks - like our mail. Is this cheating? Possibly. If I were an artisan locked away in my crusty Parisian atelier, chain smoking Gitanes cigarettes while agonizing over every frame of my cinematic masterpiece, then yes, outsourcing the work would be deeply shameful. I would have to throw myself dramatically onto a chaise longue, take a long puff from my cigarette holder, and question my artistic integrity. However, I feel I have paid my dues.
Also, I rather like the idea of sharing a few shekels with another entrepreneur. She is also a woman, which pleases me greatly. When you hire a VA (Virtual Assistant), you never quite know where they live or what hours they keep. It is the ultimate expression of the nomadic digital culture I now find myself working in. Thank you, Starlink.
Naturally, my imagination has created a whole life situation for my new VA. I picture her somewhere in a cold and cheerless country, secretly editing videos while her tyrant polygamist husband, to whom she was tragically married at fourteen, is off visiting one of his other six wives. She is the youngest and the smartest of the wives and has vowed to make enough money to free them all.… She has genuinely told me she absolutely loves editing my footage of blue skies, turquoise water, and white beaches, which only strengthens my suspicion that she is shivering over a keyboard in a grey apartment block, warming herself on Caribbean footage like my Florida-born Daughter, who, shivering while she studies London, has formed a slightly unhealthy attachment to her electric blanket.
Of course, this is probably completely untrue. She is likely a perfectly happy professional working from a sunny apartment somewhere with better WiFi than mine. But still, all of this fanciful self aggrandizing aside, speeding up our video timeline means the next episode drops us into St Thomas. After that I plan to dwell, possibly at excessive length, on the marvels of the British Virgin Islands.
By the time we reached the BVI in December, we had finally stopped charging around the Caribbean like caffeinated tourists and started behaving more like people who actually live on a boat. Which means we discovered our favorite anchorages, beaches, hiking trails, restaurants, and which islands will tolerate a large dog who believes she is part of their PR team. And because my definition of relaxation is working my ass off, I am also writing slightly impolite reviews of all these places - the restaurant guide to the BVIs is percolating quite nicely.
The somewhat off color reviews, and questionable out takes from this trip will eventually end up in the Crew Member section. Mostly because certain moments are best shared with a slightly smaller audience of trusted accomplices, because I don’t want to get kicked out of a bar, restaurant or off an island.
In the meantime, grab some popcorn and enjoy the show. Please feel free to share this email with any friends if you like it or enemies if you hate it.
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