HOME IN ANTIGUA

Travel can be rewarding in so many ways. Experiences foreign and unavailable present themselves on a daily basis. Some of them are educational and rewarding, seeds that flourish into new ways of seeing the world and living within it. For the curious mind, being somewhere new is like visiting Disneyland, albeit less predictable. But while serious people may come away from their experiences away from home changed, whether it be from meeting new people, being physically or spiritually challenged, or by viewing their own culture and existence through a foreign prism, it's the little things that make being away so amusing. So while you may come back different in some nebulous, deep seated way, it's the daily oddities you encounter when you leave town that make travel so amusing, at least for me. So while it's possible, Agnes and I will wax philosophical in future Blog entries (or not), this seems a forum better suited to deliver snippets about the little shit that you might find amusing (like the whole Travolta/Holland/mayo/french fry thing).

Agnes and I are staying in a house in the northwest corner of Antigua. Like most structures in Antigua, it's a U-shaped house, whose front facade sits directly on the sidewalk without any setbacks. The center of the house is a patio that doubles as a parking spot. Our lodging is spartan but comfortable. We're still in a sort of break in period as it relates to the bathrooms. These are across the patio/driveway from our room. The food is good. All manner of rice, beans and vegetables. Every once in a while, we get a piece of meat. Such a description doesn't do justice to the cook's skills, as all our meals have been quite tasty. But I am afraid that we'll get sick of it at some point. Sometimes, we get something prepared that looks like meat but it will actually be a fried banana or a bunch of veggies mashed together.