As we head down from the main shell bedroom, I snap another one of my favorite pictures of Kodi as she glided down the staircase. We have no clue as to which set of Syllables will occupy each bedroom – Kodi and I or Nady and Jackie – push comes to shots, we’ll drink for each bedroom – last one swaying gets to choose.
Back to the kitchen cuz I didn’t give it it’s due – The “kitch” was quite unique in its own way – right off the front door to the right. It has counter space with
a four burner stove in the center. The gas that was to fuel it was being delivered the following day –but remember,we are on Island Time and could be delivered as promised or after our vacation was over.We just rolled with the punches.Let me tell you now,we never used that stove.The tank was delivered Thursday, left in front yard of the Shell House.With a note that said “Shell House”. And that was it.They didn’t leave the contraption (key)that was to unlock the valves. They were supposed to put it in the room behind the main shell & hook it up. I guess for them, making it to the house was job enough. That tank weighed as much as a baby hippo. Below the stove are four drawers that Kodi dubbed the Haunted Drawers. They would come open at any given moment no matter how you closed them, especially the bottom one. It would trip you up at night if you weren’t aware of its spiteful side. Bumped my leg on it once and that was enough. Nady got a bruise and Jackie called it something other than "Drawer" when it jumped up and bit her. A good selection of cooking utensils embellished with shells. White plates, blue and white coffee cups, a lone knife for those tricky limes and coconuts, a dish rack which came in handy if you had kitchen duty which was mainly washing glasses. Oh and above it all was a long glass rack with a variety of crystal clear drinking glasses. Martini, Highball (yes please), Tea Glasses, Wine Glasses and Sqatty Ones for the whiskey with a shot of Coke and we didn’t break a one (whew!). Found some Styrofoam cups, coffee filters, a bit of salt, two skillets, one sauce pan, dish towels and dish soap. Coffee maker – oh yeah – an eight cup job! We were going through two pots a morning and that was a blessing after nights of… well you know…sampling the local beverages! The fridge was AWESOME!! Colder than New York in January, the freezer had one ice cube tray, haven’t seen those in years – we ended up borrowing one from the Grounds Keeper, Robert on Tuesday.
On with the show…………
As Kodi and I were being lead to the Baby Shell, Raquel informed us that we are lucky to have both shells. It hasn't been offered to everyone who rents the Big Shell - it has always been the choice of the owner(s) if they wish to combine both houses. Now don't we feel special! I've been waiting ages to see the inside of this magic little shell. There haven't been any pictures of the inside - if it is half as nice the big boy next door, I'll be satisfied. Raquel procured another set of keys; this one with a dark shell attached to the key ring and opened the door to the baby shell.
I CAN'T WALK!
My jaw is dragging the ground. Four words came out of my mouth "This is our room!" Calming Simplicity. As soon as you enter your eyes note that you are in a circular room containing a massive headboard and king sized bed. The shape of that headboard brought to mind an open shell waiting to display it's pearl. Well, baby, I'm that pearl!
When my mouth attained it’s upright position, the eyes looked around. There was a simple white two drawer stand, a bottle of my beloved Cristal Water, a TV similar to the one in the main house bedroom and another one of those famous Stone Chairs. Those chairs really do look like stone and when touched you are shocked that it is fabric. Hand painted fabric by Octavio’s brother, Eduardo who is Raquel’s husband and they live next door. My mind is reeling at the planning,thought and effort that went into making this house. I dare not ask the cost for this masterpiece. That would be so American.
Kodi goes around the side of the bed off to the right and bellows in her best Texan drawl “OH MY GAWD CATHEY - THE BATHROOM!! Okay, are there crabs creeping around in there? If so I am so staying upstairs! I walk around the corner and again feel my jaw dislocate. Here is the fabulous bathroom that is on the website. Yes, this is so our shell!! Sorry Nady and Jackie, first come first dibbs!! My photos, Kodi’s photos, the website photos DO NOT DO JUSTICE TO THIS BATHROOM!! Looking down you see the “river” that leads your eye toward the shower. This is completely hand lain, clear & blue orbs of glass grouted onto blue concrete. The knobs over the facet are beautiful shells and the spout is a giant conch shell – there’s this purple coral that we put our toothbrushes in
I will include photos that Kodi took on the next blog of Baby Shell & Bath– hers captured the place ever so divinely.
Once we got over the initial ooooo’s and ahhhh’s we gathered our gear from the main house, claimed our sides of the bed, unpacked a bit and chilled. We are finally here. The actuality of it all hit like a ton of bricks. I don’t know how many times Kodi and I went from room to room, house to house, pool to back of the house, which we didn’t actually go back there. We stood on the concrete and looked out. The door with the deadbolt lock was the storage unit for the place - - yard equipment, laundry room, gas tank (uh-huh) and maybe Hurricane Shelter – that’s my speculation anyway.
As for our safety we were in luck. I don’t think I can disclose much here without getting Raquel in trouble – let’s just say, the “Policia” were watching our back. We got used to them being across the street – no different than the tourists who stop to take photos.
Raquel said the pool man would be by tomorrow to take care of the pool – looked alright to me but she said it needed refreshing. No problem since we didn’t have to be there when it was being done. If there was anything we needed, Raquel was next door. She let us know that the golf cart out front belonged to her friend Jim who lived a thousand yards away – by Monday night we wished he lived a million miles away – more for his own safety cuz the Syllables were PISSED! But before that new adventure, we were to meet him in an hour or so to get the keys and instructions on how to work his golf cart. I drive every time I’m on Isla so I pretty much have it down. Once we get the keys, we’re going into town for SUNDAY RIBS, hit the grocery store and marinate for a while. Until then what to do – what to do?
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