Now I sit on the open-air patio overlooking the cove. The bananaquits busily call to one another from the papaya trees. A yellow-eyed thrush who can’t keep mind his own business, much like a mockingbird, throws out a chorus or two.
Sharmaine just brought me a big cup of coffee, French style, with steam bubbles still dotting the surface. She’s also brought a baguette for me to munch on as I catch up on email and national news from the USA.
By the second load of wash, Sharmaine has set a vase with a single coral hibiscus bloom on every dining table. The gardener continues pruning the magenta, yellow and purple bougainvillea shrubs, the national flower of Grenada. Another cruiser and his wife pursue emails and Internet searches using the free wifi that comes with a glass of wine or cup of coffee at Whisper Cove.
The laundry moves slowly through its cycles. I’ve brought about six loads of dirty clothes, each smellier than the next. Every towel must have been applied, uselessly, against rain that has poured down through hatches that we’ve forgotten to close or via leaks that have managed to escape detection.
The laundry lasts through lunch so I order a Greek salad, one of my favorite salads since our honeymoon on Mykonos and Santorini. A true Greek salad contains no lettuce, but the bed of fresh watercress and mesclun tastes great with the kalamata olives, red onion, feta cheese and garden-fresh tomatoes. The slices of bread that come with the salad wipe the plate clean of balsamic vinegar and oil.
All in all, this is not an unpleasant way to wash the clothes.