Most of today was spent trying to track down grain for horses. Not so much for our horses but for our friends in Rincon. They - like so many others - are dependent on grain and hay, neither of which is available. We were in the same situation until we moved the horses.
The grain we usually feed is made here on the island. We've had no word if their facility survived the hurricane. We don't know where their raw materials come from. Are they from the island? If so, how badly damaged were their sources? If raw materials are shipped in, are they available? How long will it be until grain is available? We just don't know.
Our friend Annie arranged to have 40 bags of grain shipped form Miami to Aguadilla. The grain was loaded on a plane in Miami and supposedly made it to BQN but no one can find it. Elaine spent the morning with the owner of WASCO, the company that provides ground services at the airport looing in every hanger and building but couldn't find the grain. Hard to make 40 bags - 2,000 pounds of grain - disappear, but someone did.
While Elaine looked for the mysteriously missing bags of gran, I took a walk on the beach, partly to check out the beach but partly to due what it would take to clear a path through the downed trees.
The water looked pretty clean and not too rough. I'm really curious about how much damage the storm did underwater so I decided to go snorkeling.
By the time I worked my way back home and got my gear and walked back everything changed. The tide was coming in and the waves picked up. I went in anyway but visibility was down to less than 10 feet. I still don't know what it looks like down there.
Today is Rolf's 88th birthday.
I made waffles for dinner, which Rolf loved. Carole wanted a carrot cake for his birthday because that's Rolf's favorite. She went to the bakery in Econo grocery store to ordere the cake and the baker said, "I don't know. Let me see if I have any carrots." They had carrots and Rolf got his carrot cake.
Without electricity we are all starved for music. The reggaeton blasting from car windows just isn't cutting it. Carole and Rolf's next door neighbor is Oskar Colon. Oskar is a musician and father of our good friend Rique Colon, a fine musician in his own right. Oskar brought his guitar to Rolf's birthday party. He played for more than an hour or more. It was soft and sweet and smooth and absolutely magical.
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