When Melissa and I lived in Nicaragua for a year, right outside our room at the hostel was this hammock. It had the name William knitted into the side of it in 8″ letters. We always wondered what the story was behind this hammock–why William was sitting right outside our door.
I couldn’t find a photo showing the William part of the hammock, but here’s the rest of it. Lucy the squirrel is resting, perhaps waiting to jump on me.
It must have made more of an impression on Melissa than it did me. Perhaps it’s not a coincidence that she chose the name William for our child…
