Greetings. I'm perched up on the flying bridge watching the pink sky blend into purple as the sun rises over last night's retreating storm clouds. It's day three on the boat and I've already seen amazing and unusual sights. Yesterday I witnessed large creatures w/bulbous eyes shuffling across the glistening bottom oblivious to my presence. Around a collection of monoliths, a school of thin beings glided by, the smaller ones bobbing their heads in unison. I remained on guard as I ventured further down the aisle. That Walmart is quite a place. Where else can you get a beer cooler for five bucks?
The drive down from Atlanta was uneventful. The cotton was high in Camilla, the matrons still dress to the nine's in Tallahassee and anyone over thirty in Gainesville, Florida looked geriatric. But here on the Florida coast in Stuart, the most interesting phenomenon of all reigns, Bravo Supermercado, a cilantro infused structure whose name means "overweight". (El hombre es muy bravo.) Not only are stacks of Cuban bread sold there, but also Puerto Rican and Haitian varieties, the later with the density of a black hole. Their deli serves piping hot black beans, rice, sweet plantains, yucca (two kinds!), chicken, beef, pork and a popular mystery meat that resembles fried pig ears. They overload your plate until it cascades onto your tray and then toss a loaf of Cuban bread on top (Ingredients: flour, water, yeast and my favorite, lard). All for $4.99! (I'm reminded of a vegetarian friend in Key West who was hooked on Cuban toast until he discovered the twenty percent lard content. Too bad as we'd never seen the guy look healthier.)
Unfortunately last night was a bit rough as the meal continually haunted me. But that's the price one pays for a cultural experience. I wonder what further adventures await me assuming we ever leave the dock.
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