refugees run the seas 'cause we own our own boats

we'd like to think of ourselves as sophisticated travelers, who embrace local culture with sensitivity and insight, who tread lightly when exploring the country's delicate ecosystems, who drink in moderation, who savour the flavours of west indian cuisine...

but who are we kidding?

while we have managed to engage in the activities listed above, the modifiers are a little off.

since we landed in our suprisingly posh condo we've clocked hours and hours of time watching "tempo," the caribbean MTV equivalent. we're both riveted by the amazing displays of west-indian, jamaican, puerto-rican, and cuban bling. we've been dutifully writing down the names of all our favorite artists, only to discover that there's only one CD store on all of st. lucia, and that even after we'd fully terrified the teenage kid behind the counter, he didn't really have anything to sell us.

when the music gets too bad, even for us, or when it's time for the dreaded "downtown island" (sort of akin to "cribs") we flip to HBO or TNT to watch astoundingly bad movies that are only entertaining in their "place that semi-celebrity" capabilities. the came goes roughly like this:
me: "hey, isn't that ryan phillipe"
blogmate: "who?"
me: "you know, married to reese witherspoon?"
blogmate: "who?"
me: "he was in 'cruel intentions'!"
blogmate: "huh?"

we've also been engaged in a lengthy debate about whether leonardo dicaprio and matt damon, are in fact similar enough to be confused with one another.
blogmate: "this is just like that leonardo dicaprio movie"
me: "which one"
blogmate: "the one about the janitor who does math"
me: "you mean matt damon"
blogmate: "what's the difference?"

sometimes we break up the monotony by going on long, sweaty, un-graceful treks to beaches and mountains, that involve alot of tripping, falling and swearing.

then we get home, drink vast quantities of locally produced lime rum, and plan the next day's meals which are a delicate balance of creole fish with plantains and fritos.

our parents would be proud.