During Mass, the rain started coming down. We had a 50 gallon drum at one of the corners of the pavilion where we added the gutters. It filled in no time. During one of the breaks in rain, Dad and I grabbed three new 26 gallon trashcans and put them at the other corners of the pavilion. They were overflowing by the time we left.
There’s one guy at Jacob’s Ladder who is always yelling, “Where’s the bus at? Where!? Where?!” He says it over and over all day long. We all joked about it some, and asked the staff if he could get on the bus with us when it came. When it pulled up, Dad walked him to the bus and he climbed up and sat down. As soon as he sat down, he stopped talking and just started smiling. It took a little bit of convincing to get him off the bus, but he seemed happy.
On the way to dinner, which was a long trip, we stopped at a roadside fruit stand. They asked if anyone wanted a coconut jelly. I couldn’t pass up the chance to try it, so I hopped out of the bus with Dad, Andrew, and John Paul. A guy with a big machete picked up a coconut and chopped off the top. I drank the milk and handed the shell back to the man with the machete. He chopped it in half and cut off a chunk of the shell. I used the chunk to scrape the jelly out of the shell. When the jelly dries, it forms what we normally think of as coconut. We continued to dinner but made a pit stop for the guys that drank the coconut milk. There wasn’t a bathroom anywhere around, so we watered the beach in a remote location.
Dinner was at a restaurant that was on the street. They just set up tables on the street until the road closes off. There was no indoor seating. Dinner was at a seafood restaurant. Since fish tends to make me sick, they got some chicken for me from a nearby restaurant. Everyone had some Red Stripe beer that was brewed there in Kingston. The second round of beer was Heineken, which was brewed at the same place as the Red Stripe.
We’re now back at Sophie’s Place for the night. We’ll be flying home tomorrow.