just some shots of the kids from around owia... if you want to see the rest check them on my facebook profile. all you old-timers, all your kids have facebook accounts so have them log you in. some one send me the new counting crows cd please

Uh oh, people are starting to get on me about keeping this thing a little more fresh. I guess that's understandable though, because if this is how you are tracking me (since you're too cheap to go out and buy a phone card or too lazy to send an email) and we haven't talked in a while there's a little bit to catch up on. First, I moved houses. And villages. Long story short, I am in Georgetown now, in a mansion of a house. Becca and Bob were just here and they both thought it was a way better place than either of their college pads. I'd say it was nicer than my house but that would be a blatant lie. I don't have a bar, twin beer pong tables, or a fish pond in my back yard. But I do have the atlantic ocean in my front yard and a volcano in the back. Pros and cons. Work is still going well, I am doing a lot more community work at this time than I was doing a year ago today but I am happier with it. If anyone has a chance to catch up with Becca tell her to show you some pics of her trip down, they turned out really well. Or check them on facebook, she has three albums of her visit. And thats it. I'll be back home this summer, so book tickets to visit soon if you're serious about it. The pics on this one are of us sailing back to St. Vincent from Bequia at the end of Becca and Bob's trip, and of the living room and front of my new house. Keep up with some more pics later.

Here are my kids in Bequia, on what was one of the most fun days I've had in the year and some change that I've been here. I was a little worried how the boys would react to another island, for all of them it was their first trip off of St. Vincent and the farthest they have ever been away from home, but I ended up been blown away by how much they appreciated one of my favorite places on Earth. We loaded them up on the ferry bright and early, spent the whole day on Lower Bay, and then ate Mac's Pizza before heading home in the evening. The only minor glitch was that the cheese and the tomato sauce was way to rich for my fish and banana eating kids, and we spent the last hour of the day running back and forth to the restrooms!

This Carnival thing... These are from Mardi Gras, aka Carnival Tuesday, which is the big finale of the Carnival Season in St. Vincent and where the name Vincymas comes from (Vincentian Masquerade). After a week of debauchery the country wakes up on Tuesday and dresses up in carefully orchestrated costumes and goes back out on the street for one last rowdy all-day-dance party. By the time this baby rolled around I was so tired all I could do was snap a few pitcures and head back up the road for some solid rest. So now what do I look foward to? Mom and Nic are here in a week, I'll be home the 1st of August for a few days (catch me if you can) and then a summer reading program which is just an excuse to take the neighborhood kids down to Bequia. Not a bad way to kill a few months...

Early J'ouvert Morning On the Street We Wyn'ing.... These are shots from Carnival Season, the biggest party of the year. We started at 10 in the morning and went 24 hours until 10 am the next day (couldn't tell you how I did it, but you can see from the pics that I wasn't alone). J'ouvert (Joo-Vay) is the biggest party, and leads straight in to Mardi Gras (stay tuned for more pics of the costumes next week). The first pic is from my own party in Owia, then the rest are from town. People rub paint all over each other and dance the whole time, the blacked out guy on the bench is evidence of how hard the party goes.

Here are some pictures from Jess's visit, when we explored some more of the Grenadines. I am already at home in the Northern Grenadines, but I'd never been down south to Union Island and the Tobago Cays before, only a few miles away from Grenada and Venezuela. The first picture is of a sail boat we rode on to tour the small islands down here, the Scaramouche, aka "the Interceptor" from Pirates of the Caribbean. It was a beautiful all wood 76 footer with a three man crew. The next picture is of Jess on Mopion Island, one of the worlds most photographed islands. It's a tiny sand island not far from Petit Martinique, surrounded by beautiful reefs. It looks really cool, but what you see is what you get. There are some baby palm trees trying to sprout up and I hope they do, because there is no shade out there except for a windstruck tiki hut. We were dropped off there by a water taxi and had a few hours to get sunburned before we'd had enough. The third picture is a bunch of baby sea turtles in a swimming pool at Old Hegg Turtle Sanctuary on Bequia. I'd been to Bequia a bunch but never made my way by the turtles until just now when Jess came. People bring the turtles to the sanctuary when they are hatched on less than ideal beaches, and the volunteers here raise them until they are big enough to be released without fear of becoming fish food. And lastly, me and a tree crab on Union Island. I don't think anyone will appreciate how truly wierd it is to find crabs in trees until they see it for themselves. Hope everyone is well, drop me an email.

These pictures are from a while back, when a few other volunteers and I hiked up our local volcano, La Soufriere. This bad boy blew up on Good Friday, 1979, so I was holding my breath for a little excitement this past Easter for a 28 year anniversary but no luck. Sooner or later it's going to blow again... Things have been flying along down here. My dad and Becca were visiting almost a month ago, if you haven't seen some of the videos get my mom to show you. I haven't been putting much online because I sent the camera home with them (these shots are borrowed). The coolest thing about the volcano is how you can see the Carribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean from the top. It's only 4,000 feet so I know it doesn't sound too impressive, but when was the last time you saw anything that high coming straight out of the ocean? Work is work down here, I'm trying to be productive as possible before this summer when I want to unleash a ton of small village projects. I'm planning on organizing the first youth sports league the Carib Communities have ever seen (the upper half of the island.) I'm not having any luck getting other adults to commit, but for the first season that will be alright. Since school will be out I will have three full days a week with a pretty clear slate so I hope to coach two teams in Owia, and get some other PC volunteers to round up some teams in other villages. The plan is to start with cricket and move to baseball in the later part of the summer. The two sports are really similar and I think I can get these kids interested. My computer lab is booming despite only having one computer in it. It's primary use is for churches to print out programs and song lyrics, I'm holding off teaching lessons for how to use it (for the majority in my village that don't know) until I can get my hands on a few more. Other than that there's not much to report. Jess is coming down May 12th, and my mom and Nic are coming to take me home for a bit at the end of July. We are already set to welcome in then next group of volunteers to this island in the next three months, so my time is nearly half up. I hope everything is going well back home, someone got to a baseball game for me.

These pictures are from Point Beach (or Boat Bay as the kids call it). It's the nearest actual beach Owia can offer (Salt Pond doesn't count), about a 20 minute walk from my front door. The waves are just about the perfect size, anywhere between 3 and 6 feet depending on the day, and there is no current pulling you out around like most of the other beaches on the Windward side of this island.

The kids had never been there until I started taking them, so the sand and waves thing is all pretty new. The Deep Sea waves that break outside the Owia Salt Pond (there's pictures in earlier posts) have them terrified of any kind of rough water, but thery're getting braver.

There is not much to report. I'm working a lot these days, in Owia Tuesdays and Thursdays, around the island every other day. I'm working on getting ready to move in to a new house which will be much nicer than my current house, with one of the best views of any house I've ever seen. My Dad and Becca are getting ready to come down a month from today so they'll tell you all about it. Everyone else should look in to plane tickets and get down for Spring Break or a summer vacation. It's expensive to get here but I've got a sweet place for you to stay for free. Hope everything is going well with everyone back in the US. Keep up the good work.

Five mast's on this big guy, this is a legit sail boat.

Bequia and Boats... This is about as close to Dan's personal heaven as there can possibly be on Earth. Bequia is the largest island in the Grenadines, about 3 square miles. It's vacation home property for all the rich and famous people around the world, but that makes it even better for someone like me because it means the island is empty 90 percent of the time. But there are still some expats and retirees living down there full time, so they keep the bars and restraunts open almost all year round. Nice restraunts. Bars with real beer, not nasty Vincentian beer. Anyway, it takes about 3 hours from my front door to get there, but it is a quick trip when you know what's ahead of you.

The beaches in Bequia are white sand beaches, like the ones in the Florida/Bahama scenes. On St. Vincent's big island there are primarily black sand beaches. Nice but not the same.

De White Mon Got A Nice Fish. I landed this bad boy yesterday at around 3:30 in the afternoon by the cliffs down near the Salt Pond. I guess it's a barracuda, whatever it is, it's going in my belly. I know it's been a while since I put up any good pictures so here are a few of the scenes around Owia: Blossom contemplating not catching a fish as big as mine, my fish, the kids trying to catch an eel in the Salt Pond, the Owia Bay at night, and the streets of Bottom Town Owia, my hood. The big rock in the road in the Bottom Town picture rolled there somehow, and became an instant game where people bet on who could lift it highest. This proves that people can waste brain cells without having a TV.

Happy New Year. I took some cool pictures around town last week, but didn't bring my camera in to load them up this morning so I'll get to it next week. I'm back in Owia after a fast trip home over the holidays. This month will be a busy one since I'm working with the HIV/AIDS project team three days a week, and trying to squeeze in time at the primary school between the stuff that fills up the rest of the week. The weather is perfect, about 75-85 each day with a nice breeze. Not quite the January I'm used to. I guess this is as cool as it gets though, it feels like a hot day in May. There's not much to report. I'm changing houses in my village sooner or later. The next one is a little bigger with a much better view and without a gap between the walls and the roof so I won't get soaked when it rains... I was stretching after a run yesterday by the cliffs overlooking Owia Bay and saw a fleet of sea turtles floating aroud below me. They must have been almost three feet long, huge. If one ate your fishing lure there is now way you're getting it back. This weekend I'll be on the Leeward (West) side of the island helping another volunteer move in to her place and catching up with some of the other Americans down here. Hope everything is going well up there and everyone's over the post holiday headache. Take it easy.

Well, it's been just about a month since the last time I put anything

up, hope someone still checks this thing out. My house is done with

being set up and worked on for now, so whenever anyone is ready I've

got a great place for you to stay. It's a pain to keep it clean

though, because there is so much sand and dirt floating around Owia. I

clean up for an hour a day, just trying to get the floor swept. It

sucks. But things are going well down here, I got my ticket home for

Christmas while Jess and I were in Kingstown so my mom and she would

stop killing me about it. So I'll be home the 22nd to the 3rd of

January, eating everything I can put my face in and sucking up some

cool weather. I know everyone else is miserable about cold weather but

the one-season thing down here is going to get old in a little while.

It's just going to be so nice back in the US, when I'm hungry at 11 at

night and I can just go to the fridge, or jump in my truck and ride

over to Taco Bell or something. Anyway, this past weekend was a wild

one. I had some other Peace Corps kids visiting my place out in Owia,

just to show them the place. It's always more fun to get together with

some people and hang out than sit around by yourself on a Friday

night. Anyway, Saturday we all went out to the Salt Pond, and I was

going to make a day of showing them that, and the river and the rain

forest. Owia is a lot more wild than other places in SV, it always

surprises people. So we walked over to the Salt Pond first thing in

the morning to go for a swim, just to start the day. Before swimming

though, everyone likes to check out the massive rocks that actually

form the ponds. Check out some of the pictures on this site, or if you

can get on facebook check them out there, the rocks are huge, and they

protect the calm pond water from the rough sea behind it. So as soon

as we got there James and Sarah did what I had done a hundred times,

climb up on the rocks to check out the sea behind it and admire Owia

from up there. They got up there and took a seat and were looking out,

and I was on my way up behind them when out of nowhere a huge wave

rose up from the sea, a lot higher than the rocks that were protecting

us. I was still on the backside of the rocks when the wave broke, and

it totally shocked me that the wave was so big. My first thought was,

"Man, I bet James and Sarah just ate it" and it might have been funny

but I knew it was too big of a wave just to knock them down. So I got

up on the top of the rock and started yelling and calling out to them.

I saw James right away, down at the bottom of the rocks just above the

sea-water, and he looked like he was knocked out pretty bad. Luckily

he's a tough guy though and he got it together and was able to start

climbing up the rocks and back to safety. It was by God's grace that

there wasn't another decent wave for a few minutes there though

because he was in a really bad spot and his arms and legs look like

they've been through a cheese-grater to prove it. As soon as I saw

that there wasn't anything I could do for James, who was just down

below me, I saw Sarah bobbing up and down in the current about 30

yards out. At first I thought she's be able to swim out, but the

current was out of control and she was swimming hard and going

nowhere, and she must have swallowed half the sea getting dragged out

there in the first place. When the waves break off the rocks and head

back out in to the sea they roll down on the bottom of the ocean, so

every time a new wave hit she was getting pulled under. So I hopped

off the rock and started swimming out to her to try and figure it out

together. It took forever to get out to her, and when I did she was so

tired that she kept grabbing on me and pushing me down. It was a

situation where I got out there and thought "What was the plan here?"

She kept saying she wasn't going to make it, and I just kept telling

her that she didn't really have another choice. Once we got it

together and it was clear to me that we weren't going to be able to

swim out of the current, I started pushing her up to the rocks again,

riding the waves in closer and closer. It seemed like a great idea

until I caught the wave in to the rocks and got hammered up on them

and dragged back to sea. I got it back together though, and Karen, who

was a life guard back in the US, got in the water when it was clear

that I didn't have a plan for getting us out of the water, and we were

able to swim out of the current and back to the bay where the water

isn't so rough. From there Karen handled Sarah, who was half way to

unconscious after the fight of a lifetime, and we were all able to

make it out. Anyway, it wasn't the fun weekend I was hoping for, but

it wasn't as big of a disaster as it could have been. I guess you just

can't ever take the ocean for granted. If it ever happens again (God

forbid) I'll have a plan for swimming out of there faster... but it

better be someone really important to me because the last thing I ever

want to do again is jump in to the deep sea like that. I'm not even

kidding, if it's some UK tourist they better have brought a rope with

them because they're going to have to hold their breath a long time

before I get back in the water. Anyway the pictures are from the best

weekend of my Peace Corps life, I don't want to say anything else

about that one and tip off big brother about any rule violation

though. But you can see how big the rocks are, and imagine the wave

that has them by at least 3 or four feet... "Inconceivable" (if I can

quote that guy from the Princess bride). Anyway, everything is fine

now and I'll be home in a little over a month for Christmas so I hope

everyone is really excited. I sure am. Hope everything else is going

well. If you actually read this far you are probably not working hard

enough. You know who you are...

(this is some kids dancing outside the house... just a random one)

And for Alan and anyone else who is curious... I'm working with the Ministry of Health right now, training for an island-wide HIV/AIDS awareness, prevention, and testing program. Also, I'm tryin to round up computers to get a computer lab set up in the Primary School here. There isn't a single computer in Owia, and when the kids move on to Secondary School (which is in Georgetown or Kingstown) they feel way behind their computer-literate peers living in less remote villages. So if anyone has a computer that is getting old and obsolete and you want to get rid of it, let me know. Bring it over to my parent's house or something. I'll figure out how to get them down here when I'm home for Christmas. The kids would think it is really great if they could start learning some computer basics before heading off to Secondary School. Also, if anyone thinks about it and knows about some really great chicken or fish seasoning I would love to try it out down here and change the flavor a little bit. Alright, have a great Thanksgiving everyone. Think of me when you go for that second plate, and I'll be thinking of you as I'm choking on fish bones. Later.

I can't start this blog with the usual "Hey" because my Mom's giving me a hard time about using decent grammar on this website. For someone who swears she has so much to do I can't see how she can find time to critique my writing style. I really appreciate it though.

Well, I moved in to my new place down on the block. Not quite Beverly Hills but it works. I'm really going to work hard on making it the best place possible. I've got five gallons of fresh paint up and I've caulked up all the holes, and sprayed it to death enough insecticide to take down the rest of the Chesapeake Bay. I built a lot of furniture for it so far myself, and that's taken up a bunch of time but it was fun to do. I've spent all my money for this month on getting a fridge and a t.v. in it so it looks like I'll have to eat saltfish and breadfruit for the rest of the month, but that's just the price you pay.

I got a cat, a little girl but I still haven't picked a name for her yet. I decided the dog idea wouldn't work because my house is so small and I don't have a yard, but the cat seemed like a good idea. She kills the cockroaches and lizards that try and get in my kitchen, and she kills some time too. I still haven't picked up the Creole here to feel good about talking extensively with the local people so there's been plenty of time where me and the cat are just hanging out on the front porch.

Everything is looking good though. I am glad to be in my own house and things are starting to feel busier. Once I get the house looking just how I like it I'll start on building a boat. The guys in Owia all have their own small boats, just a little bigger than a canoe. And then they strap on a 75 hp motor on the back of them and fly around the ocean. The front ends of these boats have never thought about touching the water. Anyway, that will wait for a while.

I guess thats all for now. It is 77 and sunny outside today, just like it will be for the rest of the winter. I hope everyone is doing well, I'm already counting down to Christmas.

Hey, this is a picture of our swearing in ceremony that happened a little bit ago, so now I'm an official Peace Corps Worker. The salary sucks but there are definitely some benefits, such as the weekend I just spent on Bequia, a small Grenadine island just off the coast of St. Vincent. I'm sorry to say my camera was left back in Owia, but I guarantee that there will be a lot more trips out there over the next two years. Jess will be here in a little over three weeks so there is one perfect excuse to get back out there and take some pictures. And this weekend or early next week I'll be moving in to my own house down here, so there is a bunch to look forward to, I'm out to create the best house in all of PC history. I'm still not sure if the house is going to be in Owia or not, but wherever it is it will be nice. So I'll get online as soon as I get some good pictures or something different happens and let everyone know. Next time I hope I can get a picture up of some of the spiders that are keeping me from sleeping, they're easily rodent sized and look like they would kill a 180 pound man without breaking a sweat. I hope everyone is having a good time back in the US. I would kick any of you in the teeth for my grandmother's cooking right now, but other than that I've got nothing but love for you all.

Hey, I hope everyone is doing alright, I know school's started and everyone's busy as ever. It's funny to think that it's just about Fall up there and everyone's going to be pulling out the blue jeans any day now. Seasons are pretty much lost down here in the Caribbean.

Well, my two year service officially begins tomorrow, Sept 14th, and I'm going to sing a really stupid song I wrote about St. Vincent. But I'll go all out on it because the Prime Minister is going to be there for it and I understand he owns property all over the Grenadines, so maybe he can get me together with Mick Jagger or Billy Joel who also have places down here. I'd really like to jam with David Bowie but I don't think I'm weird enough.

The music in SVG is decent. The people are really in to reggae, but that industry is dominated by Jamaica and the selection of St. Vincentian artists is really limited. Instead, artists here go after Calypso or Soca, both of which suit an acquired ear. Calypso is dance hall music. Its got a driving techno-beat but a reggae melody, and will make you suicidal if it is played earlier than 12 noon. Soca just stands for Soul and Calypso, so imagine Anthony Hamilton or Al Green set to a techno beat. Like I said, it takes some getting used to but eventually everyone gets in to it.

The pictures posted are the salt pond from up on a hill (I think you get a better idea of what it looks like from this one), and of the kasava farms that climb up the hill towards La Soufriere. The earth is carved in to steps, and then the plants are grown right up the hill. The farther up the hills you go the more marijuana you'll see. It's illegal in SVG but there is nothing anyone can do about it. The police will go up one day and beat some rasta-farmer and spray his field to death, and the next day he'll be right back at it, starting all over again in the middle of the 365 day growing season. The hit song right now is called the Ganja Planter, and the herb farmers are seriously celebrated by the culture. The Peace Corps has a strict no drug policy, and the directors all tell us they'll know if anyone smokes pot because they can smell it... ok, the whole place smells like it. The dogs smell like it. If you could put it in a bottle it would be the best selling cologne on the island. Anyway, don't worry mom (or Peace Corps Big Brother) Daniel Genua does not do, or plan to do, any kind of illegal drugs. If you've got any news let me hear it. I'll put up some pictures of swearing in and whatever else next time.

Well Good Evening. After an insanely long two and a half weeks, I finally found some time to catch up here. Well, time wasn't the issue as much as internet access. St. Vincent is split by a dry river, a big canyon that has no water in it 95% of the time. On the southern half is Kingstown, Georgetown, and every other notable place on the island. To the north: Owia. Population: small. The river wouldn't be a big deal if it stayed dry, because then they could build a bridge over the canyon and lay down some phone/internet lines and connect the entire island. However, every time there is a tropical storm or hurricane the river floods up and washes away any attempt to link the two halves of the island together. So there are a few phone lines up here to communicate with people (but most people just use cellphones anyway), and cars looking to drive up just need to make sure the canyon is dry before they cross it at it's end, a few feet from the ocean.

Owia is a beautiful spot. It is a town built on a tiny (but very steep) peninsula, maybe 200 yards at its widest, with a little extension built out on to the main-land. The area around it is mostly rain forest, with some farms cut out of the mountains behind it. If it is a clear day you can see St. Lucia (only 20 or so miles away). The salt pond, Owia's claim to fame, is a really nice way to spend a day. There is a small sandy beach before the ponds, but the water is surrounded by rocks. If the ocean is calm you can dive out in to it. The water in the ocean and ponds is really clear and clean, and you can see all kinds of tropical fish. I guess the scary part about the ocean is that if you swim far enough out from the pond and rocks the ocean floor drops off. It doesn't scare the local kids, they swim down so deep you can hardly see them. There is a narrow but semi-deep river that runs behind Owia coming down from the volcano too. The water is freezing cold, and the falls are really impressive but it takes some serious climbing to get there and I didn't feel like risking my camera.

I'm trying to learn the creole as fast as I can, but it's been tough. In Owia the dialect is totally different than what they speak in Kingstown too, so I feel pretty spastic most of the time. I'll meet some health-care workers this week, and a UN Development Program director next week, so it looks like business will start to pick up soon, but I really need to be able to communicate before I can get too serious here. Anyway, I'll post some new pictures next time I get in to the PC office or Georgetown. I'm sure it will be easier to do stuff like this once I figure out the island a little better, so keep an eye out.

But thank you everyone who's been emailing me and sending the love, it's nice to know you're thinking of me. And just a quick public service announcement for anyone who lives in, or is planning to visit, Burtonsville, MD: Call Kathy and Alan's house before you visit. And make sure you speak to Kathy, because otherwise you'll just give Alan time to think up something that will really mess with you. There's something wrong with him...

This picture is of Kendall ( a St. Lucian friend) and I climbing a tree over a pretty nice rainforest river near Babineau, right before a park ranger came down and spazzed on us... nice. I don't know when I'll be able to throw up any more pictures but keep checking in with my family for whatever you want to know, and I'll send an email or something when I get a chance. Oh, and I'm changing the email address to dgenua@gmail.com, since Elon is going to boot us soon (what a joke). So stay in touch and plan the Caribbean vacation...

Here's a picture of some more of my host-family in St. Lucia. PJ and Alleckcia. Jumping on my bed, little trouble makers. The news came on Monday that the final placement I'll get with the Peace Corps will be in St. Vincent and the Grenadines. I'll be on the Northern tip of St. Vincentm the largest of the Grenadine islands and the filming location of most of Pirates of the Caribbean 1 and 2. I'm working with the Ministry of Social Transformation, but I don't know what that means yet. There are 13 other volunteers being sent to St. Vincent but I won't be near anyone else. I guess it will be a legit experience.

The flower picture is for my mom, who was wondering about the flowers on the islands before I left. Threre are flowers everywhere, but this one is exceptionally rare. The oils on a human hand are toxic to it, so if you touch it it will die on the spot. It's tough to resist "just checking" but no one wanted to piss off the guy that showed it to us. St. Vincent is a volcanic/rainforest island too, a lot like St. Lucia, so the flowers and plants should be the same over there. So should the food. StV has a huge volcanoe on it, but its been dormant for a while. The town I'm in is right below it, so the longer it is dormant the better. Anyway, I'm excited to get there. Everyone should strat planning a trip down.

Here's me singing some with Marty on the spoons at the Micoud Culture night. We were breaking it down pretty hard. And then here's me, Jordan, Eddie, and Nate flashing some moves.

This is my little host brother, Aldon, also my tour guide and cricket instructor. He's not going to like that this one made the internet.

These are the Pitons, the most famous mountains in the Caribbean. They're dormant volcanos, surrounded by hot springs and rain forests. You can hike to the top of the smaller one, but you have to use ropes and climbing gear to get up the tall one. The town around them is Soufrie, a pretty quiet bed and breakfast community, with mostly fishermen living in the town. Anyway, I guess I've got to figure out how to get up on the big one before they ship me out of here. Our final placement announcement is on Monday, and I feel like I'm not going to be one of the lucky ones staying in the Lu.

The first picture I took in the Lu. The sunset over the Caribbean.

So so far: We dance every night to raggae, and a lot of old-school country western. So the dance changes from hard-core grinding to a country three step. Seriously.

The island is only 27 miles long and 14 miles wide at its extremes, so where ever you are you can see the ocean on a clear day. It never takes more than an hour to get anywhere.

I'm eating a lot of chicken and fish, drinking a lot of homeade juice.

I've only been here a week but it feels a lot longer. I'm trying to learn Creole/Patios as fast as I can, it's a lot like Ghana in that English is the official language but people are more comfortable in Patios.

I'll post a bunch more pictures later this week.

Today's the last day of work, so I'm not doing anything worthwhile. Peace Corps service starts on Wednesday the 26th, I'm out of the US the 28th.

This picture of St. Lucia came in the mail today, with all the lists of Do's and Don'ts and What to Pack. A month from today this is where I'll be.