We don't have many photos to add as we tend not to take cameras or phones with us when we head to the beach, which is at the end of the street. Actually, this part of the island is so narrow, there's only 5 properties on the street and water on each end. We woke to a storm shaking the house, thunder rolls and claps louder than anything we had ever heard. Even Monique, our host, said she hadn't heard anything like it in 12 years of living here. But by 10 am it had passed, and Anu and I went for a morning walk, to say hi to all the neighbourhood dogs, and met a giant chicken on the road. Petting the dogs is one thing, the chicken, predictably, was not so accommodating!
Travelling with a baby does bring you into contact with so many people. She makes friends herself, laughing and waving like crazy at anyone under the age of ten, flirting with shop assistants and bank clerks. They even greet her by name at the bakery, when we go in for the 'world famous' cinnamon rolls. (I'm skeptical about the world famous part, but they are extremely tasty!)
More swimming today, which with Anu means sitting shoulder deep in shallow water, while she scrambles along in the safety of her swimming ring. Ironic that it's teaching her to walk rather than swim! We adults enjoy watching the kite surfers, after four days I'm still amazed at the heights they achieve.
Off for dinner now. Snapper on the menu for us. Yum!