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Monday, July 23, 2018

My Folks Reach and Settled Into Our Routine

Like every morning, I'm the first to wake.  I get my coffee and my computer and sit on the porch that faces the ocean.  I've moved the table into the corner of the porch, so that I can have a little shade as the sun rises.

My view to the right.

My view to the left.

It's a cloudy morning, but they are no bother.  They just add decoration to the blue sky.  I could honestly could sit here forever.  Palms poke out of the vast greenery, whispering to me with their fronds, welcoming the morning.  I am the silent witness.  The little bird that sits on the top of the house is practicing all of his songs.  The waves, adding the refrain.  Ohm.

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Nicholas and I went to the settlement for breakfast at Cap'n Jacks.  Last year, we stayed at Lantana Cottage (Cap'n Jack and Lana's rental property) and Nicholas enjoyed French toast made with Bahamian bread every single day for two weeks in a row.  He couldn't wait to get back and gobbled down the whole serving in record time!

Me:  trying to be somewhat aware of calories, I opted for eggs and toast.  Later, I found out what makes Bahamian bread so dense and yummy is that it is usually not made with "milk".  Since these islands didn't and don't have cattle or goats, milk is scarce and therefore bread is made with powdered, condensed, and/or evaporated milk.  All of which have lots of calories.  Add to that, the butter that the toast quickly soaks up and a little heaping spoonful of jelly and you have a breakfast that is heavy on the calories.  But, soooo good!!!

While Nicholas and I wallowed in our breakfasts and our full bellies, Summer continued to work on the puzzle and finished it!  Seriously, I think it took only about two days.  I'm glad that she was able to complete it by herself.  I think that she took a lot of pride in knowing that she did almost 90% of this puzzle solo.  And, I know that she relished in the fact that Nicholas never even set in one single piece.



Next up on the day's "To Do List":  Pick up my folks at the Sunshine Park ferry dock.  They done reach!  Almost 80 and 82 and taking selfies...not too shabby!

Once they got a little reacquainted with the house and unpacked, it was off to On Da Beach for lunch.  The waves were particularly whipped up.  Summer skipped down to the water's edge and braved the rage.  Bo Derek, be damned.  

My mermaid princess, lulling the waves into submission.

Nicholas and Shawn had lunch at On Da Beach while Summer and I were on da beach.

Summer, loving her new bracelet and trying to take an arty shot.

Eventually the whole gang came down!  We swam and played until it was time to go back to our house to wash up for dinner.

For dinner, Abaco Inn!  (Nicholas decided to stay home.  His feet were hurting from playing in the surf and he just needed a night with his piggies up.)

Dom!  Our waiter and friend from last year.  We were so glad to meet up with him again!

Our dining table, facing east with the reflection of the sunset over Summer's shoulder.  One of my favorite spots in the universe!  Atlantic Ocean to one side and the Sea of Abaco to the other side.

A good time had by all.

Back at the house, Nicholas and Grandpa had a checkers battle before calling it a day.

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My folks' second day on the island.  My dad and I rode bikes to the North End and surveyed all of my favorite secret spots.  I brought my coconut cracking tool and we enjoyed some fresh coconut water in the shade near Senator Harkin's lot.

Usually, when we are here, we celebrate my dad's birthday.  But, the timing didn't work out with Nicholas' summer school this year.  So, we (Shawn, Summer, Nicholas, his friend, Mario, and I) made a birthday dinner for my dad on his actual birthday (in Tampa).  And then, sent him pictures of his birthday party that we had without him.  We made halupki (aka cabbage rolls). 

Birthday dinner in absentia: 

Dinner at the dining room table!

Dessert:  Creme Brûlée!


Now, back to Abaco.  So, here we are...ready to have my dad's birthday, this time, WITH him present.  The LVA is our favorite grocery on this stretch of the island and they just about had everything necessary.  We're also super lucky that this house is well provisioned with an array of measuring cups and spoons, bowls for mixing, Pyrex pans in several sizes...

The only thing that I thought might be hard to find on this island was cabbage.  Luckily, a few days earlier when Summer and I were in the settlement, I asked Vernon if he had any in his store and...Ta Da!  Two heads of cabbage.  We paid for one and gave us the other free of charge because he thought it looked a little too shabby.  Thinking that I was maybe not going to be able to make cabbage rolls, I was delighted to have two fine heads!

(Side note:  I was prepared to have "deconstructed" cabbage rolls.  Most restaurants have coleslaw on their menu and I knew that I could ask for a bag of slaw if all else failed.  But, thanks to Vernon.  We were able to do this meal properly.)

While the cabbage was boiling, I rummaged around in the cupboard, looking for salt and pepper.  Welp.  I found the mother load of pepper...seven containers with actual labels and a random jar with what looked like pepper.  Pepper:  Check.  Salt:  Check.

While dinner was being made, I snapped this picture of these modern octogenarians in the wild:  My mom on her phone and my dad reading a book on his iPad.

Eventually, dinner was ready.  Halupki a la Abaco!  (Looks just like the ones I made in Tampa.)

Same as when we were in Tampa, dinner at the dining room table!

Finally, the birthday dinner WITH my dad in attendance.

By the way, there's a funny story that goes along with the shirt that my dad is wearing in the picture below...
When my dad turned 70, he was having trouble with his heart (atrial fibrillation) and was afraid to come since the A-fib wasn't properly diagnosed and managed.  But, we (Shawn, Summer, Nicholas, me, and our friends "Ledge", "Bird", and "SeaShoe") came to the Bahamas without him.  When the next year rolled around, his 71st, my dad was able to join us.  So, the shirt he is wearing in the picture below says, "I am this many." and has pictures of Summer and Nicholas' hands counting out 70 by fives, and one little single pointer finger at the bottom of the shirt for a total of 71.  We made that shirt 11 years ago.  The kids were six and four then.  Here we are, all these years later.  My dad is 82 and his heart works just fine.  Summer and Nicholas are 17 and 15.  And, we're here in our favorite place, celebrating another year.

Homemade brownies for dessert.

Halupki, health, and happiness in Hope Town.  
What else is there?

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Day Three

Although I am not someone who you would look at and say, "Gee, I bet that girl is a jogger and has run every paved and unpaved inch of this island." I am and it's true.  I have this love/hate relationship with running.  I love it when it's over; I hate it while I'm doing it.  On this island...I mostly love it.  What's not to love?  Sun.  Sand.  Selfies.  And, I  love exploring, listening to rake-n-scrape music, and being alone with no timeline.

Today's jogging session took me to the North End.  Last year, I decided that this was my favorite route and I couldn't wait to get back to see this super secluded section of the island.  I wanted to see what had changed (hoping that it wasn't too much) and what was the same (and still "mine").

A little over 2.5 miles from our house to the tip.  Enjoying the shade under someone's deck overlooking the Sea of Abaco.

Last year, the home owner allowed us to leave a suitcase of stuff in her laundry room.  We left our snorkel gear, sunscreen, bug repellent, my Crocs, and these running shoes.  (What a relief to not have to pack such bulky items!)

When I jog at home I have a "fidget stick" that I use to help keep me sane.  Song one:  I hold my stick in my right hand and flip it end over end.  Song two:  I switch to my left hand and repeat the end over end flipping.  Song three:  back to the right hand but now I twirl it between my fingertips.  Song four: repeat with the left hand.  And so on and so on and so on and so on...  That fidget stick is my absolute BEST FRIEND!  I love it!  I actually have two that I use on rotation.  One is thick and sturdy, the other is more fragile and has a crook at one end.

Last year I found a fidget shell.  One side was a little like a grumpy fish.
 And the other side... a happy fish!

I rubbed and twirled that little guy so that he was filled with good island juju and then gave it to a dear friend to serve as a fidget shell/worry stone.

It was my intention to find a new fidget shell/stone/stick.  So, I picked up with tropical almond and gave him a "test run".  It fit nicely in my hand, had a pleasant feeling ridge to satisfy me, and an irresistible soft spot at one end that I just couldn't help myself but to press on and dig my thumbnail into.

A handsome little fella.

My almond and I sat and enjoyed the breeze and the Sea of Abaco.

But, then...I found this bracket.  And that soft spot was so tempting.  Resist.  Resist.  OMG!  I sliced it open.  Just a little.  Needless to say, this is not going to be my new island fidget toy.

I mourned the loss of my almond and soaked in some more of the shade, wondering how much longer this deck will last.

The wood is very soft and there is evidence that the Sea has spent a good amount of time trying to clamber up the rocky shore to claim this structure as her own.

This is the house that belongs to the deck.  It's just a square box:  no air conditioning, only a few windows, and one door.

Deck.

House.  I could live here!

Sadly, in a way, there is building going on at the house at the very tip of the northern end of the island (next to this one room shack).

Last year, this house didn't appear to have been lived in or visited for quite a while.  This year...

I love the bit of beach below this house.  And since I'd like to think that I am a Bahamian, I have access to all beaches as my Crown Land.  The rule is that as long as you access the beach from the water's edge or below the mean high water mark, the land is public.  There are no private beaches in the Bahamas.  I take full advantage of that.  This particular beach is only about 20 yards north to south.  But, interesting things wash ashore here.  Like this crawfish's head.

And this new fidget stone.  I'll pocket this little dude for my next outing.

After a browse around and decent handful of sea glass, it was time to head south.  Rather than jog home, I strolled the beach, soaking in the sights left just for me.  Dog prints?

This is one of my favorite houses on this island.  I don't know the name of it.  But, I've named it Back in the Holler.  I'm glad to see that it is still standing tall at the top of this rocky outcropping.

Knowing these beaches as well as I do, I know that the treacherous rocky bits are done from here until the southern end of the settlement.  So, off with my shoes.

I do love these shoes!  "Run Happy"

"Carpe Runem"

Another view of "Back in the Holler".

I came across two washed up boogie boards.  The first one was in such bad shape that I didn't even consider hauling it back the two miles to our house.  But this one...  This one has a strap!  Pro!  But, once I picked it up, it just disintegrated.  Sorry, Nicholas.

I love taking pictures of shoes that have washed up on the beach.  I love pondering them:  how they got lost, who they belonged to, where they have traveled, what they have seen...  There are too many to photograph.  Plus, I've got dozens and dozens of "Lost Soles".  This one, worth the time to stop.  I like the sand nestled between the stars.

I made it back to the settlement and waited for my "Uber".
I sat on the bench in the shade of a sea grape tree and absorbed it all:
A mother singing a stream of consciousness to the tune of "The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round" to her baby she was pushing on the swing at the park, in the shade of the fig tree.
Golf carts coming and going, puttering, exhaling fuel, the lift of the seat, the jingle of keys, the plop of the sea being lowered back, knowing that hiding your golf cart keys on the gas tank is not really a good hiding spot.





Once my Uber arrived, I instructed my driver, Summer, to stop along the way for a green coconut that  I spied.  I better leave her a good review.  😏

Last year Summer and I hacked away at some coconuts, ruined her shirt with coconut sap, and finally managed to get a cup of coconut water.  This year, I came prepared with a new coconut tool from Amazon.  
Step one:  find a green coconut.  ✔

Step two:  use the pointed end to pry off the leaves.  ✔

Step three:  stab the tool into the soft spot, rotate 360, and pull out the "plug".  ✔

Oh.  My.  Gawd!!!  This was soooo easy!  Pour over ice and enjoy nature's own version of Gatorade!

While I was out on my jogging adventure, Summer worked on the puzzle.  Wow!  She's amazing!

My full route.  (I love my new Apple watch with built in GPS.)
My Uber!


For dinner, Fire Fly and a sunset.

I could get used to this island life.