"I'll be gone in day or two..." We kind of did the tourist thing last night and ate at a hotel over on Seven Mile Beach. After being spoiled to the beautiful silence of the other (non-tourist destination) side of the island, any time I venture over there--despite being an American and being among Americans or Canadians or Europeans--it just feels weird. And not a good weird. I guess it is the difference in being among people who come here for a week and people who live here full time.
But we ate at this huge buffett dinner the Westin has (think the anti-Golden Corral, with sweet potato and plantain mash---oh yeah!) out along the beautiful white sand beach at sunset. For our entertainment they had a limbo dancer/fire eater, attractive European waitresses, and a steel drum band. My point about all this is: tourist trap or not, you haven't lived until you've heard a ten minute steel drum jam band cover a-ha's "Take On Me." It left me speechless. Oh, and the food wasn't bad either.

So it's my last weekend here, I'm out on Wednesday. I can't believe I've been here all summer. I'm ready to be back home, but nervously anxious at the same time. Well I'm off to think...or just stare at the ocean and not think about anything. Whatever my brain does decide to do, I'll be humming a-ha well into the rest of the afternoon.  ¶ 8/27/2005 01:00:00 PM