2/27

Flo's Place

After the dragging incident, we couldn’t be happier to be anchored in the hurricane hole of Little Harbor Cay.

We had heard that in addition to an excellently sheltered anchorage, the only inhabitants of the island run the infamous “Flo’s Place”.  It was touted as a quintacencial island bar complete colorful staff, strong rum punch and yummy seafood.  We couldn’t wait.  As we rounded the corner, we saw the place:  mountains of conch shells littered the beach and up the hill was the bar with a huge “You Welcome” painted on the top.

Arriving around lunch time, we hailed Chester and got the all-clear to come up.   It wasn’t two minutes before the two women, Lovely and Marvel, working the bar noticed my henna’d feet and just like that we had arranged a trade: henna and nailpainting for supper.  I couldn’t wait.

Although I love my D, getting some girl-time in was welcome retreat.  So, I spent the afternoon with the gals gabbing, painting nails, doing henna and hair (they weaved, I watched) while the men retired to the kitchen cooking ribs (only venturing out to kindly deliver us some rum and cokes and a huge sun shading umbrella) – it’s the same everywhere, isn’t it?

Supper was amazing:  we had BBQ ribs, potato salad and rice that would make any Texan proud and we were even treated to an octopus salad.  Delish!

Chester, Lovely, Marvel and Lover could not be more gracious hosts and we look forward to spending the next couple of days with them.

Here’s to Little Harbor Cay!