Back on boat the gluttony would continue. We would eat seven strait nights of gourmet 3 course meals. Sure does beat my mac and cheese from home. The kids quickly mastered table etiquette and I have never eaten so much. In sharp contrast, I realized that island living just doesn’t allow this. Even the wealthy islander has little access to such great food. Despite access to naïve fruits, our year in Saba always left us waiting for the boat that came stocked with frozen meats. You became accustomed to a steady diet of rice and beans . Fish is the island staple. We landed in Antigua and hit the beach. The highlight of the trip was once again, the cabbie. He drove like a maniac as we bounced around the back of his bus. Kate turns to me with a huge smile loving the roller coaster ride. As a few hours of the beach passed our driver returned. After a couple miles at 20 miles an hour, I tapped Chris on the shoulder, knowing our driver was stoned out of his mind. The people make these islands interesting. Unfortunately, few tourists really interact with them on a personal level. I would spend the next day in St. Croix talking to many of its friendly people. Bust first we would head back to the boat to enjoy dinner once again. Life is good.
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