there goes the neighborhood

on our daily morning walk, i was reminded that i like travelling with my blogmate for the number of times we are thinking the same thing, when she broke the no-coffee-yet silence with the exact words in my head: "does it smell especially chicken-ey today?"

so this afternoon while my blogmate is on call, i was a little sad to venture out for a walk on my own, thinking there would not be nearly so much to laugh about. but my fears were quickly cast aside: in addition to the legions of farm animals lining the roads and the man with machete and bag full of green coconuts laughing at me for how slowly i was climbing the hill, i passed a completely naked man politely wishing me good afternoon as he urinated alongside the road, and another man gesturing wildly at me with a zucchini. the ironic thing is that men in st. lucia don't really sound that offensive when they speak (other than being nude and waving with phallic vegetables). the one man who tried came up with "hello, how are you? you look good. you look like a woman should..." which just sounds too polite when uttered in a quasi-british-caribbean-calypso-music-in-background accent for me to be taken aback.

i'm going to miss this place.