DAY TWO -- Friday
|Hammocks @ Gwen's|
|DH sporting his new lava-lava|
On the way back to Caribella, we stopped at the smoothie place at the Sandy Ground roundabout, ostensibly to see if their hours were posted since they always seem to be closed when we drive by. Luckily for us, Pamela was there and introduced herself to us, then utterly shocked me when I removed my sunglasses by telling me that she knew me--in fact, had just been reading my blog and looking at my photos. I can't remember the last time I felt so gratified! We bought some t-shirts, a batik sarong (or as my husband likes to call them after reading J. Maarten Troost, a "lava-lava"), a bracelet, and a bumper sticker. I've been sporting one of the tees all day long today and I'm very pleased to say that 70% of the t-shirt price goes to AARF, the Anguilla Animal Rescue Fund. Pamela has lots of cute t-shirts there and I definitely recommend everybody stop by to get something cute and do some good, all at once. We left without a smoothie but with a promise to return (she's open M-F, 10-5:00) and try her rum punch, which she mixes according to the traditional West Indian proportions: one of sour, two of sweet, three of strong, four of weak.
Dinner that night was at E's Oven, a restaurant we visited on our first trip to Anguilla but hadn't managed to return to until now. We were, apparently, the only table there that night, which makes my heart ache a little bit because it's so good and so reasonably priced. DH had the creole conch and I had mahi mahi (autocorrect wanted to make that magi magi, which seemed funny enough to mention), both of which came with provision, and we finished off with a raspberry mousse layered between chocolate sponge cake. Our entrees were excellent and the dessert was pretty good. A good rum punch, two gins & tonic, and a bottle of water brought our total to US $88, plus additional tip. We were very happy with our meal there and our server was the cutest young lady ever. We also were mesmerized by the large land snail that we saw crawling on one of the big terra cotta flower pots on our alcove--having both recently read Elisabeth Tova Bailey's The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating (great book, by the way, if you're looking for some good narrative non-fiction of a fascinating subject) we now have a newfound appreciation for these gastropods. And this was by far the largest landsnail either of us had ever seen!
Upon returning to Caribella, we discovered that we had somehow angered the vacation gods. Because the a/c in the bedroom wasn't working as efficiently as we remembered from our last trip, we turned it on before going to dinner so that the room would be cool when we got back--and we dutifully shut & locked the balcony sliding doors and shut the main bedroom door behind us. However, when we got back from dinner we discovered to our dismay that the bedroom door had accidentally locked when we shut it…and of the four keys on our Caribella key ring, not one of them unlocked our bedroom door. We spent about 30 minutes trying to pick the lock alternately with a hairpin and a credit card, to no avail. Torn between sheepishness over our having locked the door, and feeling a bit peeved that the proper key wasn't on our keychain, we decided to call the management at 9:30 pm. Less than 30 minutes later, Elice Brooks arrived and rescued us. He showed us that they intentionally place a conch shell on the floor behind the door as a doorstop because the bedroom door doesn't have a real doorstop in the floorboard--and when the door makes contact with the wall behind it, the lock is pushed in. My husband didn't realize why the conch shell was there, so he had moved it out that morning so we wouldn't keep hitting it with the door…thus inadvertently locking the door. We tipped Mr. Brooks and thanked him profusely (and apologized profusely, too!) and finally tumbled into our bed, chuckling ruefully over the misadventure.
So, yeah. It was our fault the door locked. But I'm going on record as saying that it's pretty unreasonable NOT to distribute the key to the bedroom door to guests when it's clear that it locks so easily!
|Another lovely, if somewhat subdued, sunset on Barnes Bay|
|Shoal Bay East. When it's this empty, it's beach perfection!|