Sunday afternoon
– Krista keeps giggling / cackling in surprise and disbelief of our
surroundings. I can’t help but agree
with her. The beauty of this place is pretty surreal. I must admit, a small part of me pats
“Obsessive Blake” on the back each time she does this on a job well done in
picking our destination.
Right now, we’re lounging in the steamer chairs on the deck
at the top of the bluff, Marley on the outdoor speakers, watching the tide go
out. We’re each on our second “dark and stormy,” and we’re noting how much
green and blue dye they must go through to color these waters.
Hey! We have a new
car! After the Kia stalled twice on our way into town, we called Clinton, and he hooked us
up with a Suzuki Sidekick of similar vintage as the Kia, but with actual
working seatbelts. That’s the good news. The bad news is that the windows need
to be wiggled substantially in order for them to go up, and, worse yet, it’s a
British setup – yes, driver’s seat on the right. But hey, it has working seatbelts! We have a fighting chance! Keep left!
Apparently, this is Sunday, and everything is closed. So
much for our trip into town. After we picked up our car, we headed over to
Cocodimama’s for lunch and an internet fix.
This quiet resort has a Mediterranean feel to it, and it sits in the
heart of a large, crescent-shaped bay (Alabaster
Bay) on the Caribbean
side of the island. This means less blue,
more green to the water, shallow, and no waves. After drinking a lot of water, we enjoyed a
lunch of shrimp salad and Calamari. We
split one rum punch (again, for you “boozies”) and it was beautiful, but
neither of us much felt like drinking at 1pm. This, however, was not the case
for the drunk widow at the table next to us who berated us for being on our
computers, saying how we need to savor this time without our electronics.
Another hater. What some people don’t get is that this is not work – it’s a lot
of fun. Also, we don’t have any access at the house to the internet, so we
steal an hour at a bar / restaurant. People see (or read) one hour’s worth of
writing, and they assume we’re wasting something precious. No, being able to do
whatever the hell we want whenever we is precious enough. Maybe our need to
write and share this is narcissistic or exhibitionist, but for us it’s
therapeutic. And fun.
After lunch and blogging, we spent the next 2-3 hours (we
lose track) wading up and down Alabaster Bay, just soaking in the sun and
gin-clear waters, punctuated by many of Krista’s outbursts of disbelief. This
beach was crowded, thanks to the 12 room resort, and on a mile-plus stretch of
beach, there were about 20 people on the beach and in the water. Might be a record for Eleuthera. During our
walk / wade we were visited by a very large ray of some sort – probably spotted
or sting. This guy must have been three feet plus in diameter. Krista just
assumed that it was the pet stingray of the resort that they let out once in a
while for the visitors. Like I said,
this place is pretty unbelievable.
Oh, and speaking of pets, we have a pet gecko that has
decided that our front door frame is the coolest place to hang out. We don’t
mind him being our familiar familiar.
OK, drinks are empty, and I need to cook the steaks for
dinner. We’re still going to try to make a sunset at Coco’s.
Yeah, we’ll post pics if we do.
Like this one:
Tomorrow, Harbour Island - where the rich and famous play.....
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