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It's Always An Adventure
Decor at Jambe de Bois
Elizabeth
05/04/2012, Pigeon Island, Saint Lucia

The walkway leading up to this cafe is interesting and inviting. I love places like this with a variety of artwork, ornaments, surprises for the guests. Well worth a stop for lunch or dinner, or just a drink. Nancy Jo and I were tempted by the mango daiquiries but opted for something non-alcoholic.

Lunch at Jambe de Bois
Elizabeth
05/04/2012, Pigeon Island, Saint Lucia

Ed and Nancy Jo at lunch. The restaurant is a funky place with lots of local artwork, a library for book swapping, stunning wood sculptures and terrific food. This afternoon we are resting, having all eaten too much lunch.

View from the fort
Elizabeth
05/04/2012, Pigeon Island, Saint Lucia

One of the many "got to take this photo" shots. There is a tropical wave forming, as I mentioned previously and when it comes, it will bring lots of rain. We felt fortunate it held off long enough for us to get some touristy type stuff in this morning. Tonight we go to a "jump up" with our friend Brad. Nancy brought her jumping shoes for the occasion. God only knows what that means!

Swim Therapy
Elizabeth
05/04/2012, Pigeon Island, Saint Lucia

It is always good therapy for my sister to be in the water; any water will do but Caribbean water is certainly high on the list of choices. You can tell by the look on her face she is soaking it in, enjoying it to the fullest. We had a nice swim but then Luna had to return to Skylark because she wasn't allowed on the state park trails. It's too bad because she could use the exercise, though she is like Nancy Jo and always finds the water great for any occasion. Nancy Jo and I hiked up to the fort for a "got to have a photo of this" view and then hiked down to meet Ed for lunch at a funky, artistic restaurant at the base of the trail. Once she and I were at the top, a Rasta man came bounding up the steep stairs, smoking a cigarette and complaining about how hot it was. On and on he complained. He took a very quick look around, then bounded back down, muttering to himself, "I've been doing this for 20 years, and it is hot, hot, hot". We couldn't help but wonder why he was doing it, what the point was. On the way down, he shook his waist length dreads out from his hat, muttering loudly to himself the entire time.

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