"Be careful what you ask for.....

.....You might just get it." We’ve all heard that a million times. And this year, it happened to us. More than once I have said, “one of these days I would LOVE to be far away from home during the holidays and have a completely different Christmas.” Guess what -- we are far away from home and we will have a completely different Christmas.

Consequently, we’ve been trying to play up those differences. For our Christmas tree, Vince found a small (dead) mangrove tree that looks like a big piece of driftwood and we have it perched on a table, festooned with mini colored lights and ribbon purchased at the thrift store. It sits like a sentinel in the corner of our living room.

(I had to chuckle to myself during a recent tour here of homes that were expertly decorated for Christmas. Our neighbor, Carolyn, had her house featured. Her spare bedroom is exclusively devoted just to housing all of her holiday ornaments.

All in all, she has five Christmas trees in her home, and every room is bedecked from stem to stern with decorations and ornaments. I wish she could see our contribution to holiday decorating -- she would probably faint.)

One of the many streetlight decorations lining Sherman Avenue

The airport is closing early on Christmas Eve, so hopefully Vince will be home in time for us to attend the Christmas eve service at the chapel. We’ve been attending the “Protestant” service on Sundays (that is what the service is called -- there are about a dozen different types of church services conducted on the base).

Instead of cooking a huge meal for about 20 people on Christmas day, we’ll join some other folks at the galley mess hall and take advantage of someone else cooking a ten course meal. And of course, one of the things I MEANT to include in my statement about being away from home at Christmas was that I wanted family with us. It will be very strange to not be surrounded by people we love at our holiday table.

Obviously, there are many families separated at the holidays for one reason or another. And, we are not looking for sympathy -- we are here of our own free will. If nothing else, our circumstances are helping me to really think about the meaning of Christmas.

Besides celebrating the birth of Jesus, we have this amazing opportunity to show the love of Jesus in our actions. And, we can certainly do that wherever we are.

Medical Report

Vince’s blood pressure is finally back to where it is supposed to be, and his sciatica is 98% gone -- we are very grateful for this! He has been faithfully doing his back exercises and also has been altering his diet, along with taking his meds. So, thank you to those of you who have included him in your prayers for restoration of good health.

Fergus is another story. He’s been here for over six weeks now, and really has shown no outwardly negative signs in adjusting to the tropics. However, a couple of weeks ago, he started frantically scratching, mostly in his hindquarters.

Day and night, he has been scratching.......
!

After a few days of this, Vince took him to the vet and the diagnosis was “food allergy.” It really can’t be that since we feed him exactly what he eats at home. And, we have ruled out fleas or other insects. But the vet did give us an antihistamine for some short term relief. Since we only have a couple more weeks of this medication, Fergus may be on Benadryl later down the road.

After talking to a couple of other people here, we think it’s more likely a reaction to “coral dust” which is prevalent since coral lies right underneath all of the dirt here.

Everywhere you walk, you see coral peeking out from the dirt. (I'll post more photos of some amazing coral outcroppings later in my geology post.) This is a photo of what looks like bare ground, but is actually big and small pieces of coral.

Evidently it’s well known here that many dogs have adverse reactions to the dust (we don't know why the vet didn't mention it?) So, we’ve been trying to not leave Fergus outside for long periods of time which is too bad, because he LOVES just to sit out in the backyard, even when it’s hot (silly dog!) And, I’ve been trying to wash off his feet when he comes in the house after being outside, which is about 10 times day!

We will likely try to bathe him a couple of times a month and see if that helps -- and here is Fergus, fresh from his bath, scratch-free for a few moments.

GTMO's Usefulness

CG "HU25" Falcon

Why is Guantanamo Bay Naval Base necessary? Most folks probably do not know what the base means to the Caribbean islands or the U.S. All most folks know is what they read in the papers or hear from the self important blabbering heads on TV. The base has been here since about 1903 and started out as a coaling station for the steam powered ships of the time. Today it is still a useful supply depot for the Navy as well as vessels of other nations but few people would know that since the news is all about detainees and prison camps and military trials. I stumbled onto one web site called closegitmo.com that was sponsored by the ACLU or "World Civil Liberties Union" as they might be called since they are so upset about foreign combatants being detained on foreign soil. By the way, prisoners of war and enemy combatants have been detained like this through centuries of war but our "enlightened" generation is either ignorant of history or think legal precedence is irrelevant.

CG Cutter at GTMO pier

The busiest folks I see here are the members of the US Coast Guard. I estimate that about 8 of every 10 ships entering the bay are Coast Guard. I had no idea how far from our nation's shores the Coast Guard operated. Their presence in the Caribbean is huge. Even well into South American waters. About half of the air traffic transiting GTMO on some days are Coast Guard cargo planes, search planes and rescue helicopters. The Coast Guard is tasked with interdicting drug runners, helping to police international fishing treaties, inspecting vessels for sea worthiness, rescuing folks of every nationality who are in trouble at sea, maintaining navigational aids and markers wherever US interests dictate and providing security in many many ports. Those are just the tasks I am aware of.

CG "H65" is carried on the stern of cutters.

It is not unusual to see a CG copter coming into the GTMO hospital with a sick Filipino sailor off of a Liberian ship for example. The CG aircraft fly endless hours of low level searches day and night using sophisticated devices looking for drug runners and other vermin such as pirates. Yes, piracy is still a big problem around the world. They work closely with other nations navies or law enforcement agencies.

Recently a British warship, the "Wave Ruler," was in the bay for replenishment and crew liberty. The "Wave Ruler" has a website:
http://www.royalnavy.mod.uk/server/show/nav.00h00100500800a004. The Brits are busy in the Caribbean interdicting drugs and the Wave Ruler has had some good success.

Viper boat.
Packs 1 50 cal. machine gun and 2 smaller ones.

Then GTMO is an important stop for US Customs aircraft, DEA aircraft and many other alphabet agencies and military service branches. Oddly enough the fewest planes of any branch of the military we see are Navy planes.

DEA (Drug Enforcement Agency) Confiscation

 

I am told that this little yacht was suspicious because they were "trolling" with fishing lines out at about 30 knots. Now it is property of the US Government and is docked near the base post office.

Bird Watching

I think vultures really get a bad rap -- striking in both size and appearance, they are interesting to watch as they spread their 6 ft. wingspan in the morning sun.


And, they are EVERYWHERE here -- not sure what it is about Cuba, but apparently vultures really feel at home here.

I believe they are particularly attracted to the hutia (or banana rat) population.

Since Vince and I are nature geeks (we are interested in birds, fish, rocks, shells, trees, etc., so we will be commenting on all of these and more in this blog), we have really enjoyed capturing on film the various species here at GTMO.

Especially the ones that can really only be seen in Cuba or the West Indies.



For example, the Cuban grassquit is below. (Sorry about the screen interference.) These cute little birds with the bright yellow collar are under 5 inches in length. They love to sip at the hummingbird feeder.


And, the Cuban emerald hummingbirds are here year-round. We can watch them at our front window all day long. Even if we go outside right next to the feeder, they aren't too worried about our presence. You can hear the "hum" of their wings very clearly as they swoop around the feeder. One particular species, the bee hummingbird, is native to Cuba and is the smallest bird in the world -- only about 2 inches in length. Haven't seen it yet, but we're keeping our eyes open for that one.



Snowy egrets can be seen just walking along the roadside.



And this West Indian woodpecker loves to attach himself to the front of our villa -- probably because the windows have a reflective coating on them.


Besides the bee hummingbird, I'm on the lookout for: a flamingo, a parrot, and a Cuban tody -- a small, multi-colored bird. I think I'll keep my camera handy!

Cookie Break!

I know this isn't a cooking blog, but....we ARE trying to describe our activities, and one of the things I am doing is baking. So, today, it's "Almost Oreo's." This recipe is courtesy of http://smittenkitchen.com/

Erin found this website and recommended it to me, and we both decided to try the Oreo recipe. Well, let me tell you -- these cookies are GOOD! Better have a glass of milk handy and then be prepared to make another batch, because they don't last long.

Now, to counterbalance the Oreo's, I will need to do another session of Pilates this week and then come up with something to make with the eggplant I have in the fridge.

Artifact Repository

Not a term you hear every day, is it? “Museum” is apparently a legal term that may not be used here at GTMO -- instead, an “artifact repository” is the allowable descriptor according to the Navy. Whatever you want to call it, the contents of the building and grounds are quite interesting.

First of all, the 60 feet high lighthouse was built in 1904 by the Coast Guard (a branch of the military that often gets overlooked for their contributions). The lamp itself originally burned whale oil (where did they get that?), and two lightkeepers lived in the adjoining house, sharing a 24 hour responsibility to keep the light burning. In 1955, an electric light was installed with the original lens and prisms now on display in the Coast Guard museum in Connecticut. Unfortunately, the lighthouse is no longer used, and is sadly in need of repair.

One of the houses used for lodging now displays memorabilia. Here sits the only traffic light in GTMO -- this was removed from Sherman Avenue in 1989 and now is just an exhibit. And there are numerous old photographs going back to the Spanish American War in 1898.

The most moving exhibit to me was the collection of boats in the yard surrounding the museum (I don’t care what anyone says -- I’m calling it a museum!)

Beginning in 1991 through 1994, these battered and leaky vessels were some of the boats which helped to transport over 45,000 Haitians and Cubans who were fleeing their countries.

GTMO had the responsibility of housing these refugees in 1994 and I can’t even begin to imagine the tent city that was quickly erected to accommodate these people.



Upon close examination, the boats were caulked with ripped up t-shirts, rugs, cardboard, and even palm fronds.

I had remembered hearing the term “boat people” but seeing these wrecks up close was quite sobering.







Here is a photo that I took from a magazine just to give you an idea of how many people might have been crammed in one boat. And, according to what I have learned, this boat is not as fully loaded as most of them were.



One of the boats was actually a dugout -- I cannot begin to imagine crossing the ocean in one of these. I get nervous on the big ferry when it crosses the bay, and there is a little rocking motion from the waves.....what it would be like to be out in the middle of nowhere in the Caribbean, in a tiny boat, especially during an inky black night during a storm? I shudder to think about it.

This just illustrates the desperation of the refugees trying to escape the horrific conditions in their countries.

We have so much to be thankful for when we live in a country that grants us so many freedoms. Even being on a restricted and isolated military base is a thousand times better than what many other people in the world have to endure.

Pilates....please!

Since I couldn’t be in Tulsa to help my sister celebrate her recent birthday, instead I chose to go to my first Pilates class. (Hindsight tells me it would have been much more enjoyable in Tulsa.) I have already been participating in a three-times-a-week water aerobics class which I enjoy, but I just felt I needed a little more challenge. My friend, Hope, and I had recently gone to the Marine Hill Gym and looked at the bulletin board for fitness class listings. We spied a Pilates class that met twice a week, and I started writing down the information.

An extremely fit (or to be more exact, very muscularly sculpted) young Jamaican man named Everton asked if we needed any assistance. We told him we were interested in the Pilates class, and Everton indicated that he was the instructor. We chatted with him for a minute about the class and decided to try it the next day.

As we left the gym, Hope brightly smiled and told an older Jamaican gentleman standing by the door that we were going to end up looking like 20 year-olds. He sadly smiled and while shaking his head negatively, said, “No, ma’am. Maybe 30 year-olds.” Truth hurts.

And so does Pilates. We showed up the next day, all excited and ready to go. Besides us, there were three young (under 30) women who looked like they had done Pilates all their lives. We were instructed to get a mat, a weighted bar and the ring of torture (a flexible 12 inch circular tube with padding on it).

The ring of torture is either positioned between the knees, or even worse, the ankles, and one is supposed to press inward while the ring is in place. The trick is to KEEP the ring in place while you are pressing. And, while you are holding a heavily weighted bar over your head. And while your legs are jacknifed in some unnatural position. And, you do all of this 20 times in rapid succession. While you are practicing controlled breathing.

Everton -- rumor has it that he was “Mr. Jamaica” -- also has the tendency to instruct like a drill sergeant. And, of course, during the course of a week he does lead classes for the Marines. “Breathe in through the mouth - out through the nose,” chanted Everton continually, flashing his very white teeth.

After one hour, Hope and I weren’t sure we could get up off of our mats. When we put our bars away, one of the sweet young things in the class told me “you might want to select one of the lighter bars next time.” So nice to tell me AFTER the class.

Here is Everton along with two of our classmates.