September 21st, 2008
Rain, rain. Go away. Come back another day!
I woke up to the sound of the rain at 10:30 and decided it was probably a good idea to get up and out of bed. I continued settling in, and decided to order lunch for delivery (I have no car, it was pouring out and I had nothing in my fridge as of yet). Then, all of a sudden, the power went off. I realized I was experiencing my second blackout (there was one at the bar the night before) in two days. Awesome! The day before, Bill told me that it happens fairly often, and if the power didn’t come back on in about 15-20 minutes, to call the owner. I waited a half an hour, and then decided to call the owner. He told me to wait another hour, and it should come back on. I decided to add a bunch of contacts to my coconut phone to pass the time. A half hour later, the power finally came back on. The pizza delivery guy greeted me simultaneously, and welcomed me to the island.
At about four, Doug, Chris and Kate picked me up and we headed to the Caribbean Saloon for the Eagles game. Luckily, Doug had an extra McNabb jersey for me to wear. (I only brought my Burrell t-shirt.) As we found our spot at the bar, I saw a sea of midnight green. There must have been more dedicated Eagles fans at this bar than any other bar in South Jersey during an Eagles game. I kid you not! I met more islanders, and of course, more bartenders. We sat around and watch the Green Bay/Cowboys game. And then the Jaeger-bombs began.
Got home around 12:30. I found myself struggling with one of the four locks I needed to unlock to get into my apartment (there are two doors, two locks each). It took me approximately 20 minutes to lock the padlock from the inside because I couldn’t pull the key out. Finally, I pull it out, and make my way inside, soaking wet from the rain.
Ahhh, sleep.
You know you love me.
XOXO
- Island Girl
"That is, without a doubt, the worst pirate I have ever seen."
When I was little, I walked on my tip-toes and tried my best to avoid walking barefoot on the grass. I was a bit of a priss (and still am!) I do not eat fish, nor do I so much as dip my toes in the Jersey shore water. So you can imagine everyone's surprise when I declared that I was moving to a Caribbean island. This journal is to document my significant (and not so significant) encounters and experiences, as well as record my imminent culture shock. I hope you find my reflections enjoyable and, in all probability, comical. Yo ho!
22 September, 2008
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