One of the experiences from my first trip in 1984 was what keeps me coming back. I was dragging my Pentax SLR and zoom lens around. We stopped at a roadside barrel grill and started to sample the chicken, pork, lobster and fish. At some point the chef suggested we step around the hedges and sit down on his bench in the front yard. A little goy came out to chat with us until we were so stuffed we had to call it quits. We stopped at a restaurant to get some dishes to balance out all the meat. Two full meals and key lime pie latter we drove back to our room at Twater. "Oh, crap!" I had left my camera at the barrel grill. I jumped in the car and drove back. The chef greeted me before I could even get out of the car, "Mon, you left your camera." He went to the house and returned with the bag. "Maximum, Respect!" was well earned.
