10 Years, 12 Nights, 6 Hotels, ONE LOVE - April 2012 Trip Report

[Hubby-man]

Down from the main house, past a tiny grove of large trees, a flat area extended to the cliff. This was the part of the property visible from Catcha and Rick’s Café. In the center was a little thatched hut. Needless to say it was adorned with all the basic colors of a decent palette, a splash here another one there. If a color had been forgotten on the outside a spot inside was found to accommodate it.



Art work was strewn about everywhere, mostly Rasta carvings. A wooden Giraffe looked longingly out to the Ocean. A monkey seated on the giraffe’s back held a banana in his hands, like provision for the journey ahead. The two looked ready for the departure. While carved with little detail, the image was so powerful it will probably stay with me forever.

Pointing to the left Marianne finally pointed out the place that would be our home for the next few days. The structure was incredibly large. Walking up the stairs to the porch Marianne apologized, that certain repairs had not yet been made, since the last hurricane had made them necessary, but I could not find what she was referring to.

The house had a single large room and a bathroom. I was again reminded - in the most positive way - of my experiences with communal living. Beside the bed a large wooden dining table dominated the room. Everything seemed to have been picked and thrown together by different people. Rather than the result of a cohesive interior design, chance and cooperation had made this room. I was delighted and so was Daisy.





In the bathroom Marianne broke the bad news. “The water pressure in the shower is low right now, but….”, and here it got good again,” there is a fresh water shower cut in to the cliffs! Let’s go see it!”