A few years ago, my wife ...now ex... and I were invited to stay at a friends house in the Bahamas on one of the little out islands called Harbour Is. We flew into Eleuthera and then took a small boat to Harbour I. His house was quite large and magnificent with pickled cedar and pink and blue tile everywhere (it might have been owned at one time by British royalty) overlooking both the ocean on one side and the strait between Eleuthera on the other and his property went right across from one side to the other, near the tip of the island. It was fabulous, very private and quiet but beautiful ...beach sand was pink in one area. To add to our pleasure, his housekeeper/cook, Angela, also happened to own and run one of the better restaurants on that island, and she and her husband baked fresh bread every day, dove for lunch lobsters ...langostino types... and conch every day. Our friend was relatively wealthy and had a taste for expensive champagne, so we drank too much of that too. Ahhh, that was the life
...at least for that week. The housekeeper's husband, Vincent, was a fantastic nice, interesting guy; at that time my ex and I were trying to have our first child and having difficulties conceiving, so he made me an old traditional Bahamian fertility drink ...pretty slimy stuff but they don't call me garbage mouth for nothin' (old days that is)... and I downed it, a year later our daughter was born
We explored a lot of the nearby islands - this friend had a speed boat with which we explored some of the most interesting, unusual sites throughout the Bahamas, fantastic places I never hear about.
Unusual prelim to above ...as our flight was about to leave Miami airport, it happened to be Bahamian Independence Day coming up, so large crowds of Bahamians were trying to get home. Sadly ...but I didn't volunteer my seat back... a couple were bumped from the flight to make room for us ugly Americans. That plane had live chickens running around in the cabin ...actually a fun ride in itself.