Isabella Segunda on the island of Vieques. Vieques is a larger
island off the coast of Puerto Rico, best known (by me anyway) for
having kicked out the Navy. This cemetery overlooked the ocean, and
the graves were so haphazardly close it was like walking through a maze.
Most stone was bright, sun-drenched white, and graves were adorned
with huge fake (and therefore immortal) floral displays. Some palms
bordered the cemetery, but on the whole it was utterly free of shade.
Our host in Vieques had lost a son in 9/11. His son was a broker on
one of the upper floors, and he spoke with him that morning after one
of the planes hit. He was a firefighter, so he also lost many, many
friends. He gave me a card with his son's picture on it, which I'm
getting more and more determined to take to Brazil.
