More Spanish Wells

We're still in Spanish Wells, probably until Thursday or Friday. Almost every house here has gardens and well manicured lawns. Some of the gardens are just beautiful, with fountains and decorations. We particularly like this pink flowering bush. Don't know what it is, but it's very common.

In addition to their gardens, it seems that each house has it's own fence around the property. All sorts of fences; concrete painted to match the house trim, mesh wire, ropes on short pilings, concrete blocks, rocks, whatever, but always a fence of some sort.

We've eaten lunch twice at this lunch stand. That's me in the pink. Two sisters team up each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to provide fresh fried (cooked when ordered) conch fritters with sauce, tuna sandwiches, and Cheese Whiz sandwiches, along with home cooked brownies or cookies. We've learned that conch fritters are mostly dough batter with a sprinkling of conch bits in it. Conch snacks are mostly conch, fried in strips, in a light, frothy batter. For lunch we had an order of 6 conch fritters, a tuna sandwich, and a brownie, plus drink, for $6. Sure beats the expensive places. We can sit on a short wall in the shade of a palm tree by their apartments while we eat. Dad is a fisherman who gets lobster the old fashioned way - shooting them with a spear gun. We bought 4 tails from him yesterday, about 4 pounds for $36. One tail was large and we ate half of it for dinner last night. Lobster rolls tonight! The other 3 are frozen for future dinners.

Everyone in the town goes home for lunch. All businesses close, including the marinas, etc. Even the school closes for lunch - all of the kids get picked up by mom and are taken home for lunch. There's a five minute rush hour at noon and then at 12:45 that you wouldn't believe!

When we returned to Latitudes, we noticed a strange attachment to the anchor chain.... that's sticks, fishing line, unraveled rope, and some pieces of clothing...

Not sure what it used to be but it's a real danger to props. Getting this caught in the engine prop would foul it and cause major damage, plus the need to dive on the prop and clear it. We were glad to find it on the anchor line. We took it to town this morning and left it in one of the trash containers.

Yes, we're back into jeans this morning, it got down to 67 deg last night!