I met Imelda while vacationing on Culebra. Leaning over her balcony, blankly staring into the street, she struck me as a person that had a story to tell. "Can I take your picture?" was met with a "tell me first why you want to." Just a short discussion in Spanish prompted her to allow the camera to start clicking. Proudly sharing the history of the island, Imelda's face softened from stoic to endearing. Eyes sparkling, she told about the many achievements of the natives. Her sometimes mischievous expressions made me feel very close to her...
