Friends. Bus. Independent. Cooking. Laughing. Those words could easily sum up my days. Fortunately, up to this point, I have been getting a ride to the hospital with a colleague, Dylan, even though I know I need to learn how to catch the bus. I figured after a full day at work on Wednesday, I’d brave the adventure of taking the bus home for the first time. Initially, it is nerve wracking; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. As I strolled out of the hospital and down the steps, I was greeted by this cutie.
Up until now, I haven’t gotten close to any of the dogs that I’ve seen but this little girl really liked me talking to her and she even let me pet her a few times. She was quite curious of me as I crouched down in the parking lot to change into my flip flops. I loved her right away. Together we trekked around the George Odlum Stadium. We even played a little; it was awesome. Can you believe she walked me the entire way!? No kidding. I tried giving her water but she didn’t grasp the concept of drinking from my hand. As I approached the street I got very concerned for her. I really didn’t want her to cross the road with me but she refused to stay. It was so darn sweet. Was she sent to look after me? She stayed with me until the bus came which was rather quick. I swear, if she could’ve, and I had invited, I think she would’ve jumped in the bus after me. It broke my heart really. As you can imagine she’s a stray. I simply wanted to scoop her up. Tears threatened as we left her; I watched nervously as I silently encouraged her to make it to safety. Leaving her brought my Springaling to mind…gosh I miss her.
Knowing where to get off in Vieux-Fort is easy. It took two tries to find my next bus going to Augier. Here you have to wait until the bus is full, 15 people, before it starts the journey. Patience is a must. Quiet panic rushed through me a couple times when I didn’t recognize the surroundings. I sat back, told myself this is all part of the adventure. Honestly, if I had missed my stop then I’d just get off somewhere and call Dylan to come get me. I had already prepped him if I wasn’t home by a certain time to come looking for me, lol. Much to my relief, I recognized my stop. Bus stops aren’t too formal, they kind of exist but not really. The art is all in how you yell “Stop!” $3.20 EC gets me home sweet home.
Feeling like a big girl for finding my way home I felt ready to tackle dinner. Yup, I dug in to make my first Caribbean meal. So, I broke out the Bread Fruit, Plantains and chicken. I swear, the bread fruit was going to do me in. First I tried boiling it. Then I changed my mind midway because of what I read in my Peace Corps issued cookbook. To be a fly on the wall watching me not only attempt to light the stove but to then pull the semi boiled food out so I could peel it…simply priceless. Did I mention it took me 12 matches to light the stove? Yes, 12! In the moment I was cursing because the matches wouldn’t stay lit or the gas wasn’t on or the match burned to0 low for my comfort or…well…you get the picture. It was a sweat producing event, lol. Ultimately, after I peeled it, I boiled it then fried it and sprinkled salt.
I went on to prepare the Plantains. As I was cooking, I thought to myself that they didn’t look like my host moms. Ah, I just chocked it up to my first time cooking them. Yeah, well, turns out I made some mighty fine BANANAS!!! I crack me up. I didn’t know it until the next day when I made the “same” dinner again but this time the Plantains color and consistency were very different. Regardless, it was all delicious.
Stay tuned…because I’m not sitting on the sidelines of life.
~Brie Messier, MBA