It was an ordinary day. Standing next to my wife on perhaps the most beautiful beach in the world, according to a myriad of travel magazines, having our photograph taken by a woman we had met twenty odd minutes ago. Interesting woman with a fabulous accent who had to stop her conversation from time to time to think of the word she wanted to use, but was at a loss for it in English. Teresa was visiting Grace Bay Beach in Providenciales as were my wife and I. Carol and I were scavenging for sea shells when we noticed this woman struggling to get around the rock formation that was on the beach a short distance away. I walked toward her, but she had navigated the rocks and headed our way. Teresa was from the city of Sao Paulo, Brazil and visiting the Turks and Caicos Islands for the first time with her sister. I questioned her accent and was told she spoke Portuguese, not Spanish as most people believe is spoken in Brazil. Teresa had a niece who lived in New York and made a few trips to the States in the past. Enjoyed our homeland and said that the people she knows all look at the USA as the cornerstone of the world's society. As we talked I noticed she stopped from time to time to search for just the right word she wanted to use in her sentences. I told her I wished I was able to speak in other languages, but never felt it necessary to do so. The three of us wandered into the crystal clear turquoise water to cool as we talked. We shared our thoughts about the island we were visiting and then the conversation shifted to Brazil and the past Olympics. She expressed her dismay as to the amount of money spent by her country, since so many people live in the extremely poor favelas that dot the landscape near the Olympic venue.
|Carol and I on Grace Bay Beach|