Monday 4 July 2011
The 4th of July brought an invitation to a party. The die-hard ex-pats, the ones who didn’t leave to escape the bugs and humidity, got together to celebrate the independence days of Canada (1st July) as well as the USA. It was a pot-luck affair, with everyone contributing and was hosted at one of the big houses on the hill – Gringo Hill.
Perched at the highest point on the edge of a cliff overlooking the beach, this house was in the most perfect position to take full advantage of the setting sun as it slipped into the ocean at the close of another day.
The house, lovely as it was, was completely overshadowed by the most magnificent tropical garden. Not being a great one for small talk, I grabbed my camera and discreetly left to explore the grounds. It was heaven – great racemes of brilliantly hued flowers hung down from enormous leaves of every shade of green. The scents were as intoxicating as the blooms and it left my senses reeling.
Only when the light failed did I leave wonderland and went back to eat – off Stars and Stripes plates accompanied by fireworks shooting out into the night sky over the crashing sea. A perfect end to a magical evening.