there's a whole new set of sites and sounds that accompany life in the caribbean. nightly my blogmate finds herself on the brink of insanity as a lone mosquito persistently buzzes in her ear and eludes capture (read: horrible death by squashing). i lie in bed listening to the crickets until 5 AM when the 2 hour serial rooster awkakenings begin.
we get up around 6:30 and go "excercise," by which i mean go for a leisurely stroll down the road taking in the local sites. our path invariably becomes obstructed by various forms of livestock. the chorus of bleating and crowing continues as cows, chickens and goats meander on and off of the road.
in contrast, my favorite night-time sound is the tiny hiss of a bottle of piton mystic mountain brew being opened. :)
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YOu know I love you, Naomi, but right now, I'm sooooo jealous, it's a good thing you're cute.... you too, Joann...leigh
p.s. I keep waiting for you to acknowledge my friend request on myspace.com.. I look like a loser with no friends... p.s. did you ever talk to your bartender? ...p.s. chicken!
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