Good Friday was just that in Spanish Wells. Our morning started with a visit to the home of Ross and Euleta (Deidre's and Demetria's parents). We shared lots of stories and laughs and caught up with all the happenings since I last saw them in North Carolina a year ago. I really enjoyed looking at all the family photos displayed in their living room and the custom 2019 calendar with so many great photos. Across from their house is a collection of fruit trees and we guessed as to what several of the varieties were. We felt pretty confident that these were plantains. Of all the islands we've visited this was the largest collection of personal agriculture that we've seen. We departed in the buggy they have graciously shared with us during our stay and headed over to the Anchor Snack Bar for lunch. This was a great find and we enjoyed the food and reading the collection of decor. Following lunch we continued around the the loop around the tip of the island to see Bandit's mooring field and the emerging sandbars at low tide.
The sea grass was exposed on the north shore beach just beyond the Shipyard restaurant. We stopped at the All Age School and chatted with Mr. Mullen who teaches woodcraft and runs a small gallery featuring the students' work. He was out front cutting patterns on a scroll saw as a student was working on her woodburning project. The streets were almost deserted as many of the business were closed for the holiday. There is a gorgeous collection of palm trees out in front of the Methodist church. We returned to the marina and met Jeff, Melissa, and Scout at the pool -- Flip Flop had pulled into the Yacht Haven as we were leaving in the morning. We spent a few hours chatting and catching up poolside before agreeing to continue the conversation over dinner. I was able to catch my family (including Deidre) in the congregation back home in North Carolina and listened to a few minutes of the prelude -- just enough to get feel of the Good Friday service. We had dinner on the patio and watched as the full moon rose over the Shipyard sign, signaling the end of a very good day.
The sea grass was exposed on the north shore beach just beyond the Shipyard restaurant. We stopped at the All Age School and chatted with Mr. Mullen who teaches woodcraft and runs a small gallery featuring the students' work. He was out front cutting patterns on a scroll saw as a student was working on her woodburning project. The streets were almost deserted as many of the business were closed for the holiday. There is a gorgeous collection of palm trees out in front of the Methodist church. We returned to the marina and met Jeff, Melissa, and Scout at the pool -- Flip Flop had pulled into the Yacht Haven as we were leaving in the morning. We spent a few hours chatting and catching up poolside before agreeing to continue the conversation over dinner. I was able to catch my family (including Deidre) in the congregation back home in North Carolina and listened to a few minutes of the prelude -- just enough to get feel of the Good Friday service. We had dinner on the patio and watched as the full moon rose over the Shipyard sign, signaling the end of a very good day.
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