Super Bowl Sunday

Whit had established that there was a place on the beach, Nancy’s, where we could get a drink and some food. We could see it from our berth, but we took a walk through the town. It was just after dark. We saw a closed grocery store featuring an array of canned goods. Farther on, another little shop (in which we found the boy’s godsister) seemed to sell not much of anything except soft and fruit drinks. Its television was on; the Super Bowl had begun.

We continued our walk through town. The few cars that passed us honked and their drivers waved. It was all very congenial. We eventually arrived at Nancy’s, having taken the Great Circle Route. We were about 50 meters along the beach from our pier.

We went into Nancy’s where a number of locals were watching the game. Sadly, many of them left the room when we came in. Whit and I ordered Nancy’s Abaco Smash, fruit juices and rum and delicious, if rather sweet. Nancy was very generous with the rum. We watched the game for long enough to see the Pats take the lead. I was rooting for the Pats when I learned the people in the bar were all Giants fans. I went outside to see how WW was faring. He was chatting with four or five men. The minute I joined them, all but one left. It’s obviously not a colour issue, so I guess it must be sex, or colour + sex. I felt badly that, when we left, all the people who were hanging around outside rushed back in to watch the game. We’d never intended to interfere with their enjoyment of the game.

We carried a bowl of peas and rice (extremely yummy) back to the boat, ate it with our dinner, and retired to sleep. For the first time, we experienced mosquitoes. Oddly, though they whine properly, they don’t seem to bite. Which is nice.

In the morning, a couple of men walked out to the end of the pier and told us the Giants had won. That made me feel better.