It is finally quiet here at the Banana Shout Resort, except for a frantic call from the airport by an enchanted guest wanting to return to the Banana Shout for another week. I protest! someone used all my organic tampons, drank my beer, and was frantic and sweaty. We put her in the taxi this morning, telling her she would be fine, to go home to her family.I 've never seen someone act like this. She has a tropical fever, or cocaine addiction. It is peaceful and quiet at last. I desire to be alone with Cheney man and travel up to Ras Rodys organic gardens to cook with him his ital food, to write, paint, hoop and jump from cliffs into the water filled with microscopic jellyfish.Amen.
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