Polly Wants a Cracker!!!
December 30, 2005
Okay, so I guess we are officially pretentious. We worked our way into several workshops. Carrie did dancing and batik and I sat in on a drum class. The drumming and dancing are actually set up for the American cultural exchange group, but we befriended the leaders and got “permission” to join them. The batik class was a one on one deal that Carrie worked out with the instructor.
It’s sort of amazing that we had the energy to do anything. Zachary’s illness kept him up most of the night. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the screaming fits every hour or so. The first screaming fit was accompanied by a tidy little upchuck all over the front of mommy. A fun filled, roller coaster ride of joy all the way until morning! He seems much better now, so hopefully tonight will be more like the Ferris Wheel of dreams.
After our first dinner here we have chosen to eat elsewhere. They have this awesome multilayered porch that overlooks the ocean. We asked the server if we could eat dinner there. He said “Oui, ce bon!” Carrie took a walk with Z and he asked her what her room number was. After the sunset, Carrie hunted him down for another beer and he asked her what her room number was. On my way to the bathroom I bumped into him; he informed me that our food would be up shortly, and he wanted to know our room number. After one and a half hours of waiting we moved to the dining room where he informed us that he forgot to turn in our order and he also needed our room number.
There is a caged parrot near the dining area. On the second morning we discovered that he had expired. Closer examination revealed that his food dish and water dish were both empty. Apparently they forgot his food order too. His decaying carcass is still on display three days later. I told the waitress that I thought the bird was sick; she told me he was dead. I wish they would share whatever it is they’ve been smoking!
MJR
Okay, so I guess we are officially pretentious. We worked our way into several workshops. Carrie did dancing and batik and I sat in on a drum class. The drumming and dancing are actually set up for the American cultural exchange group, but we befriended the leaders and got “permission” to join them. The batik class was a one on one deal that Carrie worked out with the instructor.
It’s sort of amazing that we had the energy to do anything. Zachary’s illness kept him up most of the night. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the screaming fits every hour or so. The first screaming fit was accompanied by a tidy little upchuck all over the front of mommy. A fun filled, roller coaster ride of joy all the way until morning! He seems much better now, so hopefully tonight will be more like the Ferris Wheel of dreams.
After our first dinner here we have chosen to eat elsewhere. They have this awesome multilayered porch that overlooks the ocean. We asked the server if we could eat dinner there. He said “Oui, ce bon!” Carrie took a walk with Z and he asked her what her room number was. After the sunset, Carrie hunted him down for another beer and he asked her what her room number was. On my way to the bathroom I bumped into him; he informed me that our food would be up shortly, and he wanted to know our room number. After one and a half hours of waiting we moved to the dining room where he informed us that he forgot to turn in our order and he also needed our room number.
There is a caged parrot near the dining area. On the second morning we discovered that he had expired. Closer examination revealed that his food dish and water dish were both empty. Apparently they forgot his food order too. His decaying carcass is still on display three days later. I told the waitress that I thought the bird was sick; she told me he was dead. I wish they would share whatever it is they’ve been smoking!
MJR
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