Couldn't stop walking

I'm in love with the scenery and architecture on this tropical island. I struck out to explore about nine o'clock this morning and, except for a short breakfast break and a stop for late lunch when I found out it was mojito happy hour, I didn't stop until after six.

The mix of 18th century forts and more modern bright Carribean architecture is striking. And the scenery is still beautiful in the rain. Since the  city sat under overcast skies all day, what better way to spend my time than exploring.

I kept planning to head back to the hotel but I would turn a corner and see another beautiful street. Down each street were colorful houses or the go Warner's mansion or clusters of stray cats of some new view of the Atlantic. I can capture the sights in photos but I can only remember the frageant flowers and the waves crashing on the rocks. 

I got a work email from my least favorite client asking me to so something for her today. This is her last day there because of the layoff of one, and she knows O'm on vacation. I ignored her. What's she going to so, fire me?

After such an amazing day, it was siesta time. I think this single girl's face would've ended up in my dinner plate without it. That would've been very embarrassing since I tried the town's finest restaurant, and it was delish. I chatted with the waiter and chef but didn't meet anyone else there. I was surrounded by couples who didn't seem interested in meeting others. One was very young and looked like they were celebrating. When the girl got up to go to the bathroom, the guy snapped a pic of the check. He seemed very proud of his investment. Another couple seemed like travelers and the girl complained about her feet hurting through most of dinner. She was wearing super high heels that I can't imagine walking in on these cobblestone sidewalks. I felt sorry for the guy - he seemed very concerned about her. Then the other couple must've been locals. They were older and seemed very into themselves.

I have to say, it's more fun to sit at the bar in a restaurant rather than a table where it can feel isolated. The night before I met two men - one an American transplant and another here on on his last night of a long business trip. They were both regulars and knew the bartender well. The guy traveling on business stayed and talked for a while. We talked about dating and exes and work and traveling and our appreciation for a good single malt scotch. So we had one. I enjoyed the scotch and him. Then he suggested walking me back to my hotel.

"It would be safer," he said. It would have been at least a mile in the opposite direction of where he was staying so I'm not sure my safety was as much of a concern as pleasure.

I assured him that between the cops everywhere and my pepper spray, I would be fine. Of course, he just finished helping to convict corrupt cops. It was tempting. 

I wrote this two days ago and have had such an amazing time I didm't get to finish it until now while sipping coffee. I'm in the coffee house the nice native gentleman who walked me to the castle this morning. He was from a family of coffee growers and was very proud of his home island - and especially proud of the island's coffee, so I couldn't leave without enjoying some

Love to the single girls,

Addison