Be careful what you ask for. At breakfast, we were watching the men pulling in the nets and they stopped for a coconut break. Offhandedly, Leslie commented on how much she liked fresh coconut. Our host overheard us and turned around and asked, “Would you like a coconut?” We said, “Sure," and he motioned two of the young men over and the next thing
we knew one was up a tree and the other was on the ground with a machete. The guy up top would kick a coconut to the ground (and I do mean kick – as in, hang from his arms and bicycle his feet against the coconuts until one fell loose), and the other guy would pick it up, whack it open and have a taste. They continued this process until he found one he liked and then the guy above knocked down a few more from that cluster.In all, they harvested about six coconuts – and we shared ONE. We felt awfully guilty that we had sent someone up a 40 foot tree, so the decadent guests could share one lousy coconut. When our host offered, I thought he meant they had some already or were buddies with the fishing guys and would go get one from them – not that he was sending someone up for them. Next time we’ll be more careful what we wish for.
XO
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