How very easy it is to do absolutely nothing here. Sleep. Walk. Eat.
Still haven't figured out the money quite yet~when the bills are in thousands and millions, it's hard to know if you're paying $.50 or $9 for a cup of coffee. Fortunately, I just found a place to refill water bottles at half the cost at the supermarket, so I have more funds for food!
Had the most exquisite~well, I know them as Spanish tortas from tapas restaurants in the States. Hard to describe, but it was crunchy and fluffy at the same time. Farm fresh eggs and carmelized onions~served with toasted bread and a side of fresh tomatoes smashed in olive oil. (Doesn't sound tasty, but that's pretty much how it was prepared.) I kind of like that there isn't much English spoken here~am getting by with my pigden French/Italian and pointing and writing. I figure that if I survived in Prague where I didn't even recognize the alphabet, Ill be fine where I at least can recognize some vocabulary.
Feeling the need for a machete so that I can continue to have fresh coconut water when I return. Although, explaining that item to Customs may not be anything I want to do. I am enjoying lying under the fronds (you do not mess with the sun down here) and listening to the clacking sounds.
While I was perusing post cards, I felt a tickle on my leg. I thought it was probably a piece of shrubbery or a mosquito, but it was a gecko!! He stared at me and then darted under a piles of wraps.
The blisters said no to hiking through the jungle today on the cacao tour, but I did make it to the tasting shop. Wonka would weep with envy~such flavors! such smooth mouth feel! such piles and piles to taste! My favorite was one with chilis in it.
Waist-deep in the Caribbean is a pretty nice place to be. Especially as I'm getting weather alerts from my airlines that there is a blizzard heading to DC and I may be re-routed. Or. I may just stay here~voila! Problem solved.