This island is the craziest place. Whatever you do, absolutely do not be an 'off-islander'. Driving cars, smiling at every person that passes, and knowing the super secret two finger island wave lets you blend in for a time. In the end, though, you just know who is an islander and who is not.
Internet can be found solely at the cafe I work at ( Bread and Waters ), which opens at 8 (those of you that know me, know that this is pretty much a physical impossibility) and closes at 3. Or at a church in the middle of woods with no external outlets (sound weird? that just about sums up the ridiculousness of this island)
Yesterday. Yesterday was one series of ridiculous adventures, summed up in a few brief words: New room?! ( "here's your room, put something heavy against the door or the goat will break in" "The kids have been coming in here to try to light this barn on fire, so it's good that you'll be living here now." ) Musical jam session in a barn, complete with banjo, guitar and piano, dancing 6 year old girls, a 65+ year old knitting club spinning wool into yarn (with a spinning wheel!), and the cutest baby you have ever seen dancing to 'Waltzing with Bears'. It was wonderful. To borrow a metaphor I used describing it to a friend today:
It's like Northwoods Wisconsin, combined with Gilligans Island, combined with crazy town, USA. All wrapped up in one big enchilada of awesome.
Welcome to the Island.
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