I meant to mention in the last post that farmers in the Dominican Republic, as in so many other countries around the world, burn the stubble off their fields before replanting. (I know there’s a technical name for this, but I can’t recall it right now.) Anyway, lately the area has seen a lot of fires being set, with sometimes large billowing clouds of smoke cluttering the usually blue skies. We’ve been fortunate enough that the wind has blown the smoke away from the campus, though we sometimes get “fall out” in the form of cinders and soot blackening the white tile floors of the outdoor areas of the main building. Not so today. I awoke this morning to see what at first glance appeared to be fog, but when the wood-smoke smell hit me, I knew that the wind had finally turned against us. Not pleasant. I’ll not go jogging today.