By 12:30p that same Saturday, I had connected with fellow PCV, Barbara T., in VF. Initially, we were going to run an errand to the Peace Corps office in Castries but that changed. We walked down Clark St. a little which is where the general street market is and she pointed out a few stores, like China Town, that everyone MUST know about. I got to see a different bus area that serviced the North of the island which is exactly where we were headed. Dennery (pronounced Den Ree) was our destination to have lunch at this place called Mondele Point.
I’d passed this place several times already and it was calling my name. Thankfully, Barbara had a good outlook because she said if they didn’t serve lunch we’d simply take another bus to another destination. I couldn’t ask for more in a travel buddy!
As we were pressed in the bus like sardines, we chatted away about our experiences thus far. She had just finished an amazing, yet draining, week of summer camp for 50 kids of various ages at her library in Micoud. I expressed I wanted to see her village and where she worked if we could manage it. 20 minutes later we arrived; I was thrilled with my lunch destination! Some places are hard to tell if they are open or not therefore I simply asked if they served food. We had a lovely, inexpensive lunch under the shade of the pavilion overlooking the absolutely stunning scenery of Dennery.
All during lunch we exchanged ideas, ways to partner for a secondary project – how my hospital can reach out to the community through her library initiatives, and more. It was about this time when we strolled the grounds and a couple tour buses arrived. I said “Man, I’m glad I’m not a tourist!” The last thing I wanted was to be shuffled around and rushed through the experience. I felt particularly thankful at this time because we leisurely went through our lunch on our time table. We could leave when we wanted. A couple buses came and went yet we hadn’t moved from our lookout point. Amusing really.
Alas our bellies were full, even topped off with Tamarind balls and Gooseberries for dessert. Off to Micoud we go to see Barbara’s village first hand. Back down the mountain we went. The coolest part of that bus ride was I received a compliment that my Patois (also spelled Patwa) was very good! I was able to exchange a couple sentences. Yay! Go Me 🙂 Patois is formally known as Kweyol or better known as Creole. I have to tell you that I fell in love with Micoud (pronounced Me Coo). Although I have heard people pronounce the D in Micoud. I learned it is all about the confidence in which you speak.
Stay tuned for part 3…because I’m not sitting on the sidelines of life.
Other blogs you may want to check out are:
David at http://kuribbean.blogspot.com/
~Brie Messier, MBA