We woke this morning to the sound of a sheep, desperately baa-ing for attention. Someone had left it tied to a tree on the side of the road just across from Meg's place. Later, on the way to the beach, we saw a Grenadian man walking up the hill, sheep trotting cheerfully behind him, the long rope around its neck trailing on the ground. Eventually it will be someone's dinner, I suppose.

It was not great weather at the beach today; the breakers on the beach were so powerful that if I was standing in the path of one I found myself body-surfing on up to the shore, whether that had been my intention or not. It was exhilerating, but exhausting after awhile. It was cloudy, which made us Oregonians feel right at home.

There's an IGA supermarket just down the hill from Meg's house in the Spiceland Mall. It sells a strange variety of items--everything from American sodas to British candy bars to chicken feet, which are conveniently packaged and labeled in the butcher section, so you can pick some up and take them home to make...what does one make with chicken feet, I wonder. Soup? Anyway, we avoided the chicken feet but picked up some juice from Barbados that was quite tasty. I picked passionfruit. Passionfruit is my new favorite flavor. I had a passionfruit smoothie yesterday that was excellent. Guavas are tasty too; plantains are okay; I have yet to try paw-paws, but they grow here as well.

The store also sold cans of "non-alcholic malt beverage" in a container that was clearly aimed at kids. It had Mickey Mouse on it. Why would kids be drinking a malt beverage at all, even a non-alcholic one? Another island mystery.

Unfortunately, there will be no pictures for awhile, because I am dumb and I forgot to pack the USB cable that connects the camera to the computer.

Time to shower the sand and salt out of my hair and get ready for going out to dinner.