Was there for about 2 hours. Time seem to slip away without notice when you are relaxed and enjoying the moment. I mean I can’t say I was having a “ball” that afternoon, but I was definitely “okay”.



I was getting hungry so after counting my hundreds of dollars (6 of them) I had to search for a budge place to eat. Packed up my belongs and headed west. Going to take my time looking at the different shops and trying to decide who will get this six-hundred dollars…lol

Just a few feet from Margaritaville is a little area where women are selling things. I was interested in the table of fresh vegetables. Particulalary the cucumbers so nicely displayed. I approached and a friendly voice called to me asking if I see something that interest me. I looked up, smiled and said yes. The small framed woman came near to me with a smile brighter than the sun. Your cucumbers are beautiful. How much??

“100J each” she responds.
“Oh…” thinking about how much I had on me “No thank you…I”

Then it was like she had a demon in her!! She freaked out on me bad.

“Don’t thank me!!!! Thank me for what??!!?? You call me over, I come and you want nuttin. You waste my breath and my time. Don’t stop and ask how much when you nuh gonna buy!!! Don’t say “NO THANK YOU” to me!!!.”

Oh no, a small crowd is gathering. I’m waiting for someone to shout “FIGHT FIGHT!”

She waved me off like I was lowly drifter, then stormed away shouting to the other ladies “She nuh want nuttin but tell me “No Tanks!! She nuh haffi tank me. She waste me time!!!!”

I was too shocked to move. I felt I needed to explain…defend myself to her and everyone staring at me. I could only stand at the table with my mouth wide open shaking my head. Once she reached her shaded spot next to the other women she continued screaming at me, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. Just when I was about to slip my hands under the small table and flip it over to watch the fruits and vegetables tumble onto the sand, a younger lady ran to me. She apologized for the woman’s behavior and invited me to come look at her table. I declined but thanked her for extending the offer and calming me down.

*sigh* No I wasn’t going to turn over the table, but I was really upset. I walked from that point all the way to Alfred’s without taking a single picture and barking “NO!” to every vendor who approached me along the way.

I got it together when a young woman asked me if I would like a massage. I hate massages, yet it was something about her smile that told me she knew that but spoke to me because she saw I was troubled. Her voice and the look in her eye calmed me down completely. I asked how much a foot massage is. “$10.” Told her I didn’t have it on me but would consider having her do it the next day. She, still smiling, said “No Problem, Sweetheart.”

I took a minute to stop and notice the ocean and actually laugh when I remember that cranky woman’s face screaming at me. I know I was forgetting the incident because I remembered I was HUNGRY!