We sat across from the cricket field to eat. Another serene spot where I will never miss spending time at. I remember thinking that the soup was adequate, not flavorful at all, and how I would like to find a new soup vendor.
Decided to go to folly field to finish eating because a couple of dogs sat too close to the car. I like to keep the door open to catch the breeze, but was afraid one of the dogs would jump in the car and cause me to literally kick out the windshield in order to get out. O’Neil said that would never happen, the dogs jumping in the car, but I didn’t believe him so asked that we move. Bought ginups from a guy as we were leaving. They looked fine, but were tart. I love the fruit with the strange texture so was determined to find nice ripe sweet ones before I left the island.
