Monday, another start of a work week. It is no different on the island. Rush hour traffic snakes along the main streets delivering workers and school children to their respective destinations.
My goal was to walk the short distance to the Daily Express to pick up a few essentials. With shopping bag in hand, I headed off. It was more dangerous then anticipated with cars parked all over the walkways. Pedestrians take their lives into their hands needing to step onto the street to go around the parked cars. Islanders live with these conditions daily. Today it became mine.
At one point only a toe path space was left. I stopped to allow for a couple of people to pass from the other direction and then went on. It made it halfway through, when a car slammed with full force into the one and only pothole in the street. The only pothole was also a deep puddle! There was no place for me to go as the wave of filthy street water that completely showered me. So much for driving etiquette concerning walkers! It was humiliating.
My heart sank as I neared my destination. The store was shut up tight. Now I would have to return home empty-handed, wet, and traumatized. Thankfully the walk back was uneventful and I made it home to lick my wounds. Such was my welcome back to the island this go round. I can laugh about it now, but I was a bit shook up at the time.