July 23 - August 13, 2011
We aren't new to the island; this was our third time on Eleuthera this year, but never had we been there in July and August, a time when the pace is even slower, people even friendlier and certainly more talkative, and the wild summer fruits flourish in the hot sun and warm rains.
This time we never ventured to swim at any other beach than the one in front of Endless Summer at Double Bay. We started each day with a swim and probably made two more dips into the warm, nearly hot water each day. The Atlantic was mostly calm and the "Caribbean" was mostly rough in an interesting switch. No shark or ray sightings this time, but many sea turtles passed by the house.
I really don't know where to begin, perhaps I should write separate entries about the amazing things we saw and felt. Now it seems like a summer haze. Does anyone want to know about these things? Mrs. Nottage at the Highway Department Store in Tarpum Bay? Donovan and Diane at the D&D Bar? Kino the bushman fisherman of Deep Creek? Scraps the Double Bay potcake that we could barely leave behind? The fruit: sugar apples, soursaps, sapodillys, cocoplums picked still wet from the rain (and the kids and people swarming over the bushes with their cheeks puffed out with them in their mouths,) guineps (pronounced locally as "ka-naps,") sweet watermelon, and mangos? How about buying fresh lobster from the deaf mute fisherwoman? Spider crabs anyone? The humour of Mate at Mate and Jenny's (there is a guinep tree right next to it, by the way.) The rare opening of Cigatoo for a wedding, also serving as the stand in kitchen and dining room for the Buccaneer Club during "cleanup week.?" Sky Juice? The Blue Room? (I wrote a review of it here.) Conversations with Hesley at Windchimes and Kevin at Kel-D's? Doctor Seabreeze sitting in for Elliot in the band with Cisco at Tippy's? The magnificent sight of Elliot in a mourning suit? The hospitality of Chantel at Ship to Shore in Wemyss Bight? Land Crabs in the sun after the rain? My wife feeding toast to a rooster who took it from her hand? The little kids who scampered away to search for and return giggling after picking me one more branch of guineps?
Oh those warm memories of sweet summertime in Eleuthera don't even scratch the surface of what we saw and felt this time.