Evening…showered…dressed…hungry

I hadn’t eaten since breakfast so I was queasy on top of hungry. Can’t eat anything sweet spicy or there will be a battle going on between the food and the rum. Went into town for soup of course. Stopped at the cook shop on the right side just before entering town. One of these visits I must get the official name of that place. The soup was HOT and swirling with flavor. Gee, it’s all coming back to me. That’s good because I was too weak to keep notes or raise the camera to take photos.

Lobster soup! The pieces were small and scarce but oh that flavor made up for the lack of meat. The 150J cost of the soup also excused the meager bits.

Drove to the soccer field to eat. The perfect weather from the day’s beginning continued through the evening then on to the night.

Now I feel like socializing a little. Called Rox, one of the Canadian ladies I met on the plane. She was excited I called. Told me she and her group are on the upper level of a downtown complex. I had no clue.

Walking the nearly deserted town, I suddenly hear someone call my name. I look up and see nothing but a beaming smile and arms waving.

“Up here, Vi.”
I look around but don’t see steps.
“Wait there Steve is coming down to walk you up. The stairs are tricky…narrow.”

A tall, slim young man of about 21 seemed to appear from a crack in the side of the building. He greets me and I follow. She was right about the staircase being tricky and narrow, but didn’t tell me it was pitch black. Steve was in front of me and didn’t mind my hand on his backpack to guide my stepping upward.

Laughter broke out as I made my way around the corner of the balcony and was given a big “hello” hug from Rox. She introduced me to everyone in the party consisting of some of the young people who attended the workshop.

I hear my name again. It’s the bubbly and cute as a button Rachel. She held a box meal in her left hand as she hugged me with her right. We chatted for about 20 minutes. They were leaving the next day for Kingston. I tried hard to get there but couldn’t find a driver to take me. O’Neil flat out refuses to go near Kingston. Don’t get me started on that struggle. Anyway, it was a nice gathering and we will keep in touch.

I have a nice picture of the two of them, except for one serious distortion…I’m in it.