This weekend we took an "island tour" and my sister: held a monkey (note: they smell like an ape house which shouldn't be surprising but was), swam in a waterfall, got serenaded by a modern-day Grenadian minstrel, was licked by a cow, explored an old Cuban plane, smelled the sweet stench of fermenting Caribbean rum (better known as "white lightening"), and so much more. We've been having a blast. I'm going to miss her a lot when she leaves tomorrow morning. She and Isla have bonded something fierce.
Oh, in other news...we finally broke down and decided to run the air conditioner for a few hours during the day. With every dropping degree I feel my sanity returning, which is welcome as I was unsure of it's whereabouts for a while there. I know, I know - you told us so. We're stubborn and sometimes we like to suffer before enjoying the fruits of modern conveniences just so we enjoy them that much more. How's that for logic? Scott also fixed our propane solenoid so we no longer have to eat cheese and crackers for dinner, yet we still do. Go figure.
* Just to clarify as there seems to be some confusion: it's so freaking hot because we are in a marina devoid of breeze. It would not be this god-awful hot at anchor where the wind blows freely and where we could actually jump in the water to quickly lower our body temperatures without the threat of getting a water-borne disease or being stabbed by a floating hypodermic needle. Seriously, you would not *believe* the water around our boat. "Cesspool" is the only way to describe it.