A couple days ago, De Anne was walking back from the grocery store when a golf cart, carrying two men, pulled to a stop and the driver said "get in". She did and told them she was going to 13th street. At 13th street they turned, drove up the street and deposited her at the front gate. It's a small island and after a month people are recognizing us and know where we are staying.
Another indicator of the island lifestyle is that half the golf carts are parked with the keys in the ignition. I have yet to see a bicycle locked up anywhere. We have gone for a few evening strolls and noticed all the homes with doors and windows open.
This is the safest place we have ever been.
The two main streets in town converge. Our bikes in the foreground:
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