The next morning, after checking out the view again
and the pool
with its plantings
and the rental car
complete with local license plate
and the neighbor's pool
that lay below our orange trees,
we headed to the Epicurean
where in the midst of numerous power failures, these groceries were purchased
and back at home were assembled
as Suzanne made the coffee
and Seva (with her new watch) preserved our ice and made more
as I admired the cereal box
the coffee pot
with the various coffees
and poured myself a bowl of cereal
to which I added milk before eating.
Seva then made sandwiches for the trip
as coffee was drunk
and the soaps, one for each couple were compared
and ingredients recorded.
We began our journey to Carlisle Beach by driving through the town past the local hero
where fruit was being sold off a truck
near the 24/7 club
and we drove on past the Spy security company
with our first stop at Darkwood Beach
where the group checked out the water
and the sand
as they explored the beach
before Peter took these pictures of me against the beach backdrop.
Next we came to Carlisle Beach where this frigate (the national bird) soared overhead
even as we discussed politics with our new found English friend who loved a small town in Iowa.
After a few shots of the beach
we settled in until this boat pulled in
and began to attract the locals in what appeared to be a forced march (with little emotion) and gave a theme (one of many) to our trip as we were forced to devise increasingly creative stories about the ships activities
even as we marched down the beach
admiring the sailboats
as Peter showed the wind up car he had found
and we headed to this building
where the drink menu was impressive
and in our enthusiasm
we forgot to ask Monique how much the drinks cost
but our shock at the $17 price was turned into access to comfortable chairs from which we could eat our sandwiches
and enjoy the view
as little children
and Seva
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enjoyed the water
at this all inclusive resort that allowed families
as I took self portraits
and then captured Seva and Peter coming back from their swim
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before we returned to the car which was parked by a tree that the local children told us grew calabash fruit (but not casaba melon because melons don't grow on trees).
Next we headed to Shirley Heights
where we heard the music
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and watched the crowds as the sun set
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before recording the music scene
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and the sales person and deciding to head back to town.
Once back at our place, we admired the sugar apples we had purchased
along with small bananas and tomatoes
and the famous black pineapple. Unfortunately the situation of their purchase was too unusual for me to capture photos so this will be left to the imagination.
With the basic ingredients
drinks were mixed
sugar apples were ignored
pineapple was cut
and the nuts were ready
to go with the pineapple
that garnished our drinks
before we headed to the Coconut Grove
where we took the obligatory phone booth picture
studied the menu
and then gathered at the table where Suzanne
sat before a view that couldn't be captured
as bread was served
along with Caesar salad
onion soup
a pasta dish for me
various fishes for Suzanne
sword fish for Peter
and shrimp for Seva
as the moon was visible (only to keep growing day by day)
and we were able to record the rules of Antigua Village on our way back home.
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and the pool
with its plantings
and the rental car
complete with local license plate
and the neighbor's pool
that lay below our orange trees,
we headed to the Epicurean
where in the midst of numerous power failures, these groceries were purchased
and back at home were assembled
as Suzanne made the coffee
and Seva (with her new watch) preserved our ice and made more
as I admired the cereal box
the coffee pot
with the various coffees
and poured myself a bowl of cereal
to which I added milk before eating.
Seva then made sandwiches for the trip
as coffee was drunk
and the soaps, one for each couple were compared
and ingredients recorded.
We began our journey to Carlisle Beach by driving through the town past the local hero
where fruit was being sold off a truck
near the 24/7 club
and we drove on past the Spy security company
with our first stop at Darkwood Beach
where the group checked out the water
and the sand
as they explored the beach
before Peter took these pictures of me against the beach backdrop.
Next we came to Carlisle Beach where this frigate (the national bird) soared overhead
even as we discussed politics with our new found English friend who loved a small town in Iowa.
After a few shots of the beach
we settled in until this boat pulled in
and began to attract the locals in what appeared to be a forced march (with little emotion) and gave a theme (one of many) to our trip as we were forced to devise increasingly creative stories about the ships activities
