I loved the sound of this name! I wonder whether it was the
Dutch sound of it, or the robustness of the name, Jost? Or maybe it was that
welcoming home feeling. Maybe I do remember….
Maybe over four hundred years ago, I was one of the
seafarers, sailing into this little bay, an adventurer looking for an oasis.
Maybe I fell in love with the pirate, Jost in the seventeenth century, and
maybe I tried keeping him with me on this island, being a father to our little
boy? I found the old cemetery, and I was looking, searching for that something…
But I found only Foxy`s!
www.foxybar.com And we met Foxy Callwood, the man with the
wide smile, who started this bar in 1960! We shared a ‘painkiller’ sipping the
creamy coconut milk, doused in rum, amused by the pieces of clothing left by
people attached to the roof, now gathering dust to tell their age, and new
ones, still bright and colorful.
I couldn`t leave a piece of my clothing this time, but I
knew I left a piece of me…and then I took a piece. I found a lovely top in the
nice shop, Foxy`s!
I could spend a day or two around here, and I tried to win
some time relaxing and closing my eyes in the hammock for a while.
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