"Do you know how long it takes to grow a pineapple?"

(Part 2 continued from the prior entry)

The restaurant wasn't what I pictured what it would be. I expected an old-fashioned mom-and-pop type of establishment but it was more like a modern day cafeteria. The afternoon sun shone through the glass walls and the minimalist furniture was reminiscent of a popular Swedish chain's aesthetic. The signs boasted of the usage of local products and I looked forward to the salad recommended by P. As luck would have it, they had none left and I opted for a different salad. They gave me a number and I sat at a white Formica table and waited.

"Just do it. Just jump."

I'd been excited about this activity the entire trip. As I donned my rashguard suit, which was exorbitantly priced but I justified its purchase by working yet another weekend, I was brimming with excitement. I grabbed my bag, left the hostel and waited on the corner keeping a sharp eye out for the white van. I was grateful that we were blessed with clear skies on the forecast, though I knew that the island weather turned on a dime.