You Can't Snooze a Rooster

So this morning I woke up at six o'clock to the crowing of the rooster in the abandoned lot next to my aunts apartment, actually I've come to find out that there were several roosters and hens and chicks. You can't snooze a rooster, it's the perfect alarm clock. Maybe I'll take one to college with me. Harmony text messaged me asking if I could meet her at Kennedy Airport. If only I hand left New York a day later or she had left for Japan a day sooner it would be possible but alas...
Around lunch I met up with my great aunt Sylvia and she chaperoned me around the island. In her opinion every female is being constantly stalked by someone who is waiting for the opportunity to rob, rape and murder them so when I suggested going to the beach by myself she told me horror stories of rapes and drownings (her way of saying no with out actually having to say the word). Seeing that she's lived on the island all of her life I guess she has good reason to be overprotective, she knows stories that the travel agency wouldn't be too anxious to reveal to you. Although vehemently overprotective my great aunt is really cool. Last time I was here she taught me how to open a coconut with a machete. Before she retired she was a nurse so she has cared for many of the islanders at one point, or at least one of their relatives. They all know her as Nursie, or Nurse Pete (her last name is Petersen). She told me that she doesn't remember who most of the people who greet her on the street are but she talks to them all the same.
We took a taxi up to Christiansted (which is like the city). When I say taxi I don't mean taxi in the traditional sense of the word, the taxi's in St. Croix are 15 passenger vans that pick up customers on the side of the road and will take you pretty much anywhere on the island (which is only 8 by 25 miles) for a flat fee of $2.50 ($2.00 for seniors...citizens). They serve as reliable transportation because the bus only runs once every hour. We walked through Christiansted, and sat at the Seaside it was hott but the breeze was nice.
When we got back to Frederiksted I stayed at her house for a while. She has this dog named Macho who will bark at everyone except for my aunt Vickie and for some reason...me. This made me really happy because most animals hate me as if I were the Devil's daughter. Sitting on the porch a group of uniformed school children passed the house and one little girl no older than seven, carrying a backpack waved and said "Good Afternoon Mrs. Pete" it was really cute. She had a squeekie little girl voice and tan dreadlocks (there are alot of Rastafarians on the island).
On our way back to my Aunt Vickie's apartment we got some of the best chicken I have had in a long time. Within a few minutes my aunt joined us (she works during the day) and we ate at the Pier. The sunset was beautiful. Everyone is really nice here, so far my fist day has been really pleasant.

Until next time...