Les Vacances pt. 2

Tuesday night I woke up two very distinct times durning my sleep. The first, I woke myself up hysterically laughing at a dream I had just had about Austin wearing one of moms colorful jean outfits, apparently it was really funny. When I opened my eyes, still laughing, I realized it was the middle of the night, and I was alone in my room, giggling. The second time, I woke up with a horrible pain in my foot from the sea urchin sting, that I thought had gone away. I couldn't fall back asleep, it hurt so bad. So the next morning I spent a good hour and a half soaking it and trying to get whatever was still in my heel, out, again (while watching Miss Teen India-Guadeloupe of TV).  After the hour and a half of soaking and tweezers and clippers and nail files, I thought I had finally succeeded, so I wrapped it up proceed with my day. Little did I know that evening I would experience the miracle of the birthing of a sea urchin spike out of my body. When I checked on my foot that night, I noticed a little white thing beginning to ascend from my heel, it was the actual spike. I watched it grow and grow until it fell out of my foot completely.

That cm long spike had been in my foot for a week!

Okay, no more about the spike. 

This picture encompasses one of the highlights of my trip thus far. I was wandering the backyard, in hopes of an avocado (there are 3 avocado trees). But because it's not really the season, they are few and far between. But I spotted one, way way up high in the tree. I scoped it out a bit, and decided to climb it. At the very top, I reached and picked the avocado, one of my proudest, most accomplished, moments.

Anse Maurice, a little "Anse"/beach where my teacher invited me to a picnic with her family and some colleagues from the school. (Side note: I don't want to toot my own horn, or jinx myself, but my navigational/driving skills here are pretty fantastic. I use this goofy little map of the island to navigate the roads and take the back routes (here they are called "le chemin chien" which means dog roads in English) when needed, and get pretty much anywhere I need to be, which doesn't sound too difficult until you see this place and drive these narrow, potholed, unmarked roads, surrounded by nothing but tall sugarcane, cows and the occasional rhum distillery.) The food they brought was amazing, and the beach was beautiful.

The beach

Some rocks.

Yesterday, I spent the day in Gosier with Katie (an American assistant) and 6 of the Assistants from Spain.  There is a little island, îlet de gosier, off the coast of the beach, 4 of the spaniards and I swam there (the others took the boat). Something I learned from that experience, depth perception and the ocean don't go very well together. Needless to say, the island was much further than I had anticipated. Anyways after about a mile or so of swimming, we made it to shore, that was a wonderful feeling. I swam to an island, pretty neat, I have to admit though, I took the boat back. We hung out there for awhile, ate lunch, wading in the water, and sitting on the beach, giving me ample time to acquire my first real, full body sun burn.

The boat ride back

Iguana 

When Katie and I got back to Le Moule around 5, we started an adventure to get some Bokits (Bokits-the delicious fried bread sandwiches I've mentioned in previous posts), and by adventure, I mean we waited until 7:30 until a Bokit truck finally showed up in Centre-Ville.

Our patience was well worth it though. Le Bokit d'or (the name of the Bokit truck, in English "The golden Bokit") must be one of the bests, because by the time we left, the line was at least 15 people long. It was fantastic.

Le Bokit D'or

Me (really burnt) and my Bokit