Choc and onto Laborie

We have now moved on to our second locale, in the village of Laborie. We are here for five days, which is all that this place was available for. It was quite a challenge to match up the various availabiities of places along with the fact that Jet Blue only flies directly here from Boston once a week, on Fridays. But we eventually figured it all out. After our stay here we will move along to our last stop, in Soufriere, at the very south of the island,for our final week in St. Lucia. The island is fairly small , and we could have done day trips to most of the places we want to visit, which I think most visitors do. But we are happy to have done it this way, and have several different experiences and views of the country. Laborie is rather different from Choc, north of Castries, where we spent the previous nine days. Here we are in a village, with some but pretty few tourists. We are staying at a house, an airbnb. The house is directly on the beach, as we prefer. There are two rental apartments and the owner’s larger apartment. The rentals face the street, and are on the ground floor. Upstairs is the owner’s place, an infinity pool, and a large deck with lounge chairs, and a couple of ables. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, our refrigerator didn’t work. A guy came last night to repair it, but it still didn’t work this morning. So now they have moved us to the owner’s apartment, which faces the ocean, and is much nicer. Now, however, the ac isn’t working well. Only the bedroom has ac, and it won’t cool the living room as it did in our first apartment because the living room/kitche/dining room is huge! The same guy who came to fix the fridge yesterday is coming later today to try again and see if he can fix the fridge and/or the ac. It's hard to complain, though, given the beauty of the place. At the Beach Villas in Choc, where we stayed previously, it was beautiful. The only complaint was that it is difficult to walk anywhere. There is a supermarket just a ten minute walk away, but part of the walk there is no sidewalk, and it’s a fairly major road, so a little treacherous. I did it once with Loring, and we took a cab back with our groceries. The second grocery run Loring did alone, walking both ways. There There, our main interractions were with other couples, must of whom were roughly our age. Some were from the US, some from Canada, some from England. Although there are over 20 cottages, we saw relatively few of the other guests. We took cabs a couple of times to restaurants, which made the meals pretty expensive. I felt that all the staff was extremely friendly. That is often true in places like this. But I felt that it was a different kind of friendliness here, with the staff seemingly very at ease and on a par with us as guests, taking the time to talk to us, ask us questions and tell us about themselves. I don’t know if it is particularly that place, and something the owner cultivates, or is it something in the St. Lucia psyche. Pamela, the cook, was exceedinly friendly and also sang a lot, which we got treated to more than most because our cottage is right next to the kitchen. The owner, Colin Hunte, is quite the character himself. He gave us an orientation, as he does for every guest, a detailed history and description of the island and his own history. It must have taken at least a half hour, maybe closer to an hour, and was fascinating. He had introduced himself as the manager, but was clearly also the owner, and I asked him if there was a areason he introduced himself as one raather than the other. There was, he explained. In St Lucia the owner is usually referred to as the boss, and he didn’t like the connotation that he was superior to his employees. I wonder if his employees feel like there is a difference between boss and manager. Maybe there is. He told us about his othe property, closer to here, which is a plantation whose land has been in his family for generations. He had the idea to turn it into a cacao plantation, but needed his grandmother’s permission. She refused, because she wanted him to have a professional job, not be a farmer or in the tourist business. But he persisted and eventually prevailed. Now it is a working plantation which works with another local buisiness to make chocolate. They give tours of the plantation, which we will hopefully take one day soon. They also have several rooms, and some guests combine a visit to both the beach villas and the plantation. There is a small island close to the villas, and we took a kayak out there one day. From Colin we heard about an idea that he had originally had, to turn the island into a music venue.( not sure how that would have worked.) He shared the idea with his friend, the emininent poet and Nobel Prize winner Derek Walcott, the country’s most famous citizen. Next he knew, Colin said, Walcott was announcing the concept on tv as his idea. But that was okay, said Colin, because it was the concept that mattered, not who had origianlly conceived of ot. ( But we had the sense that it did, to some extent, matter that he wasn’t given credit. ) Going on with the story, he described Walcott coming into town with a short man, who I somehow guessed right away was Paul Simon. Colin was suitably impressed, as I was with myself! But here’s the best part: he went on to say that Walcott was working with Simon on a Broadway play, and Loring and I said, in unison, Capeman. Capeman was a play written by Simon and Walcott, that we saw in Broadway in the 1990’s. Ver few people did, because the play was panned by the critics and closed, according to Wikepdia, after 68 performances, But we actually liked it, and especially the music. Again according to Wikipedia, the play has been revived a couple of times, in a much scaled down production, to about 90 minutes from the original three hours! And one of those productions was directed by Diane Paulus, current director of the ART Theatre in Cambridge, Ma, where we have seen many plays, including some that went on to Broadway. We met her briefly, recently, at a performance of their production of Evita, which I thought was brilliant. I told her I was ready to see it again, immediately. And I recently read that her dissertation was about the Living Theater. The avant garde theater company that greatly influenced my life when I was 18 and 19. I think I am going to contact her to ask if I can read her dissertation. Well, back to the present and our experiences here in Laborie. It’s a real village, with some tourists but not a single souvenir shop to be found. There are a few tiny restaurants, Miss Tillie’s where we’ve had dinner our two nght here, and Miss Rosa’s where I think we’ll go tonite. She hasn’t been open for dinner the last couple of days, just for breakfast and lunch. At Miss Tillie’s we had barbequed chicken and ribs the first night, along with a number of sides, and last night we both had fish, which was tuna. Tonight she is supposed to have octopus and lobster, and conch, which they call lambi here. And there are a couple of grocery stores, but they have minimal supplies. Lots of bananas in town, in the stores and from vendors on the street. The architecture here is appealing, with lots of wooden buildings, some with gingerbread details. Some are brightly painted and in good shape, others look abandoned but I wouldn’t be surprised if there are people living in at least some of them. There is a bank but no ATMs and most places don’t take credit cards. So far we are okay with our cash but that may not last for the three more days we are here, so we may need to make a trip into the nearby bigger town, Vieux Fort. Many of the names here are French, and the Creole they speak is also French based. But people don’t speak French, but English, with a delightful Carribean accent. The country was alternately owned by England and France and changed hands numerous times. I guess the names were given during one or more of the French periods. I am reading, and Loring has already read, two books that take place right here, in Laborie and Vieux Fort, by a writer who grew up here. We always try to find literature to read that take place where we are visiting. But it is seldom that we find something quite as local as this. The one I just finished was beautifully written, and I expect the second one will be too. The author is Anderson Reynolds and the books are The Stall Keeper and Death by Fire.

Sojourn in St. Lucia

Stlucia Jan 2024 We are in St. Lucia, an island nation in the Caribbean. We have been here for four or five days, I’ve lost count as one tends to do on islands on vacation. We chose this island because we were looking for an easy travel without connections, to a warm place of course, since it is January. I must admit that I have been loath, in the past, t visit a number of Caribbena locations, this one included, because of a somewhat false impression that they are overdeveloped, cruise port and all inclusive resort destinations. (which they are.) But what I haven’t realized until recent years that they are much more than that, and that it is possible to find wonderful locations far from the madding crowds. In recent years we have visited Puerto Rico, the Domincan Republic, and now here, and have been able to find locations that are away from the overtouristed places that we aren’t interested in. Our current abode is a place called Villa Beach Cottages in Choc, just north of the capital, Castries. Even though just down the beach from us is Sandals, one of the all inclusive resorts, we are harely aware of it. There are a few folks on the beach, but most seem to spend their time in the inner reaches of the resort. We have noticed folks sauntering down the beach past us, drinks in hand, sometimes in the water and can identify them as Sandals customers. But they apparently spend much if not most of their time elsewhere than on the beach. We have noticed that most people, not just at Sandals but at our cottages as well, do not spend much if any time in the water. It intrigues us that people go to ocean resorts but do not spend much, if any, time in the ocean. I guess it is just the view that appeals to many people. And the views are certainly spectacular. So, some words about our little resort. This is the first of three places we are staying on the island, here for the first nine days of our three weeks in St. Lucia. After poring over numerous listings on line, this was one of our final choices, and we chose well. There are 22 cottages here, all with kitchens. We like to find places where we can cook when we like, not having to eat every meal out. Sixteen, if I have counted right, directly face the ocean. Each building has two cottages, an upper and lower floor. We are on the first floor, which we highly rcommend if you choose to come here. We can walk out to the beach in a few steps. The upper apartments have the same view, but have to walk downstairs and around the building to get to the beach. Still nice but not quite as nice as ours. So if you are thinking of coming, do ask for one of the bottom level accomodations facing the ocean.There are a few rooms that face the parking lot and street, which I don’t recommend. Our time has been relaxed, with perhaps one “event” each day. Today we went to the aerial tram in the rainforest. We were a little concerned thaat it would be overtouristed and even tacky. But it was in fact a great excursion. Each gondola holds eight people. Although there were only six in ours. The trip over the forest canopy is leisurely, and lasts about an hour. During the trip our guide Tammi identified many plants for us. We were about 1200 feet above the forest floor for most of the trip. It is not a thrill type trip, but very calm, and recommended for anyone who doesn’t have a fear of heights. They also have a zipline which many visitors opt to do. But not us. Loring and the kids did one years ago in Nicaragua, and once was fine with him. And zero times was enough for me. I have never been a fan of thrill type experiences, not roller coasters or such, even when I was much younger. Strangely, of the six of us in our gondola, five were from Massachusetts. One couple was from Newton, another person was from the Cape, and just one was from one of the Carolinas. When we returned from the rainforest, a couple of hours lounging then offer dinner at a restaurant called a Flavors of the Grill, a more local place that was not in the water, that we hoped would be more casual and less expensive. It wasn’t, through. I've been astounded at the restaurant prices here, comparable to those at home. And we don’t eat out at home much because we don’t think it’s worth it. Plus we need to take a cab wherever we go, because we didn’t rent a car. The roads here are pretty winding, but the major factor is that they drive on the left side here. Some places we’ve stayed in the past are walking distance from beach restaurants, shops, etc. But that isn't the case here. The cabs are expensive too, it cost us $20, each way, to go too the restaurant (the Spinnaker ) a couple of nights ago. This afternoon we are having lunch at the Pink Plantation, a former plantation now a restaurant and small inn, having three rooms. They have spectaculare views of the capital city, Castries. And it looks like they have some interesting art work there too. I’ll report back later. Back for a minute to the Flavors of the Grill. The food was excellent, but the service was extremely slow. Not sure what the problem was. I had ordered conch, which I have rarely seen on a menu other than in the Bahamas, where we spent a lot of time eons ago. ( ie 50 years ago, yikes!) Those sojourns are a story in themselves, ask if you want to hear more. So I was really excited to see it on the menu. Conch, if you aren’t familiar, are the giant snail -like creatures that inhabit the beautiful large shells with bright pink interiors.But, as luck will not have it, they didn’t have any conch that night. So I had to settle for shrimp in curry sauce instead. Poor me, I know. Maybe I’ll find some elsewhere before we leave the island. I haven’t mentioned the beach yet. It is beautiful,although narrorw, and really just a few steps from our cottage. The water is quite calm, or rather has been until today. I will therefore most likely not go in today, but who knows. Until now the waves have been very gentle. The bottom is sandy. So I am content to float around and listen to music on my underwater mp3 player. This has been one of my favorite things to do in the water for years now. I can float around, or dance around in the water to Bruce, or Linda R. or bellydance music, and do so often in the Y pool at home. The only problem is that a few times lifeguards have wondered if I am drowning. That says a lot about how graceful I must look. The music is conducted thru your cheekbones, and the quality is surprisingly good when you are underwater, and pretty good when your head is out of the water once you have gotten it wet. While I float around Loring swims, way out and around. He is a big swimmer, and part of finding a place to go in the winter is someplace on the ocean where he can swim. This place certainly fits the bill. And hopefully our other two stops on the island will as well, for both of us. The money here is confusing because the use the same $ symbol we do. So looking at a menu you have to decide first if it is US dollars or EC, East Carribean, which is used by several countries in the area. One US dollar is worth about 2.7 EC dollars. There is a kitchen and small restaurant here, in addition to the ones in the cottages. They do serve breakfast, lunch and dinner, but you have to order it in advance. Our first day here they were able to make dinner for us, which was great. There were three choices, fish, or chicken cooked in curry, or creole. There are numerous sides, including mashed potatoes, plantains, rice, root vegetables, and salad, and you get your choice of four! I first saw the price on the menu as $50, and was shocked. But later on, when I saw menu prices elsewhere, I realized that it was EC dollars and that the food was just about a third of what I’d thought. However, when we had dinner here last night, I looked at the menu again, and it clearly said $50 US dollars. And since everything is being charged to the room, we don’t know which dollars we are being charged. We had breakfast here yesterday. Other than that we’ve been eating yogurt with “Rainforest Granola” and bananas. And we’v e been having cheese and crackers with cucumbers, and cookies for most lunches. Today we will have lunch at the aforementioned Pink Plantation, which only serves lunch, and will either have our usual cheese and crackers in the evening, or not have dinner at all. It has rained every day we are here, but intermittenly and briefly and has also created some beautiful rainbows. I don’t mind it at all, and it seems every time it’s rained we have been on or near our porch, so we don’t get very wet. If I got caught in a downpour away from the cottage, I might feel differently. Or not. TBC