Basil's Bar
Mustique
March 12, 2011
After we raised anchor that morning, we were motoring up to the pier to take on fresh water. I was securing the mooring line above the trampoline when the wind caught the bill of my Cerveza Imperial cap and blew it off, into the water. I had bought the hat in Costa Rica some years earlier, just a day after the wind had blown off the orange cap I had brought on that trip and carried it down from the bridge I was standing on to a stream far below where children were playing.
Now, Scott at the helm, watched the hat blow past and raised his eyebrows at me. "No," I said. "That's as it should be."
