Today’s agenda was just nuts.
Coconuts, to be exact.
Normally by 2 pm, the volunteers at La Iguana have retired to the Yoga Deck to wait out the apex of the day’s heat and humidity. All was going according to form until suddenly a called rang through the still air announcing, with the urgency of Paul Revere but much more positive excitement, “the coconut guy is coming!” – at which point I found myself alone in a hammock on an abandoned deck. As a fan of neither coconut water nor shredded coconuts, I initially decided against the non-obligatory work, but then a mixture of loneliness, curiosity, and FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) staged a coup d’etat.
The following events don’t really require words, so here’s a little photo gallery wrapped up inside a post for anyone who has never experienced the arrival of close to 50 coconuts on a farm that is equipped to handle such a thing. And I will say that I have been won over by fresh coconut flakes.