An Antiguan Escape
and at lunch, Suri-Anne and Vincie poured us generous portions of a highly potent rum punch, which I asked to be diluted with fruit juice, and which, fortunately for all of us, the gals in hot pink shirts to match the pink Land Rover did not drink! We merrily jeeped up and down the hills of Antigua, through rainforests and villages, alongside of beaches and seaside towns, and to harbors and historic sites. Sunscreen is always necessary these days, but more so when only 17 degrees north of the equator and in an open jeep on a sunny 85-degree day. The island is about a dozen
enthusiastically shared her knowledge of her country as we embarked on a day of exploring A ntigua’s treasures. Our travel companions in the eig ht- s e ater i nc lude d a c ouple from Scotland and a fellow from Colorado. Since I was keeping notes about the tour to write the story, fellow passengers were counting on me to answer the quiz that SuriAnne promised was to come at the end of the day. I am not sure how she expected us to answer her questions. At every stop on the itinerary
Historic Betty’s Hope Plantation Windmill 78