First of all, Big Ups and Good Mornings to Matt and Julie E, who are reading this RIGHTNOW from Accompong (sp?), way over on the exact opposite side of this here island. Lots of love, guys!
So lately I’ve felt as though I only post when something has gone wrong, and I’d like to take today’s musings to correct that. Today was a superb day. Superb.
8AM- frantic rush to take advantage of the possibly fleeting sunshine to do two loads of laundry and get them hung on the line before walking into town to meet with my supervisor and plot out the week.
10AM- catch a very crowded taxi to Ocho Rios, where I do the testing for Blue Flag International at Ocho Rios Bay Beach. Basically, I lounge around in the sun reading for 3 or 4 hours, then take two water samples to ensure that the hotels are following environmental protocols.
2PM- Off on a quest for a comforter, because it has lately been so cool in my area that I sleep huddled in socks, yoga pants and a sweatshirt (hood up!). As I’m crossing the street, I hear “You’re the girl from Claremont!” and I turn around to see the lady who so assertively declared that I wasn’t white.
We had a good chat and properly introduced ourselves, and Miss Joan told me not to worry, cause she had my back. Amazing. Just Amazing.
3PM- After running all over town trying to find a tasteful bedspread, I finally said to hell with it, and bought a pale pink zebra print brocade number, complete with pillow shams and bed skirts. There were other, louder colors to choose from, and I seriously, seriously contemplated the orangey-pink version, but common sense prevailed. I do have to live with it for the next two years.
3:30- In the supermarket, when I run into Angie and Greg, and decide that Indian for a late lunch sounds like a good idea. It was.
4:30- The police have stepped up the offensive against taxis- too full red plate, unlicensed white plates, drivers without their uniforms, ect. So when a passing driver alerted ours that a check point was ahead, my driver put on his uniform shirt, and one of the two passengers in the front seat hopped out. We drove forward a 1/4 mile, then stopped past the police men to let him back in again. Absurd.
5- Home to fresh fried breadfruit and clean laundry. Breadfruit dipped in chicken tikki? Hello, fusion cuisine!
Good days. I do have them!
