While sipping a flowered umbrella adorned blue drink of serious alcoholic content in the open air lobby of a local hotel he construed mental notes on potential characters walking by bedecked in their newly bought tropical attire. Fish out of water he thought; much like he was his first week there. Even though he had pretty much been ripped off on the price of the flat; paying the equivalent of six months salary for three months of island time, the change of scenery had been an adrenaline rush to his creative process. That first night with little light other than a streetlight he had written three chapters of his book and that despite his ranting neighbors! Quickly discovering the apartment relatively quiet during the day came alive after midnight. The couple on the desk side of the flat alternated between lovemaking and screaming at each other in French, while the tenants above partied all night to techno music! But still, his determination to write would not be subdued and he nightly wrote his way out of the chaos until eventually falling asleep just before dawn. Today he awoke with his head lying on his knapsack and a pounding at the door, but before he could get up they went away. Later in the morning he awoke to the smell of perfume; very heavy and floral. He quickly recalled the woman from Barcelona whom he imagined at the door with a bag full of chesses, hard meats and fresh breads. He opened the door and she burst in. “What! You were expecting someone else?” She quickly set about setting up the food and began a search for a knife to cut the cheeses and meat. “So you think I got here on a boat? Mama never been on a boat !”