Tropical Fever - The Coconut Chronicles: Two Guys, One Caribbean Dream House - page 10

But these horses were something else altogether. For starters, they were slim and finely-
hewn, with sharp, intelligent faces.
Wild horses roam the island
For another, they seemed to have absolutely no fear of cars or humans. In fact, they
seemed to take great delight in blocking the road. If they'd had the ability (and lips) to
whistle nonchalantly, I'm sure they would have launched into Anchors Aweigh or Begin
the Beguine to signal their complete and utter lack of concern for the poor humans waiting
patiently for them to clear out of the road.
Even so, we couldn't quite bring ourselves to honk—it seemed crass to startle these
beautiful creatures who were, after all, doing nothing more than minding their own busi-
ness on their home turf. But we did edge forward until they eventually got the idea (or,
more likely, simply got bored) and dispersed to the side of the road.
Away we went.
The second thing that happened was that I got sick.
Even worse, I knew what was wrong the minute I felt the first pang.
A sinus infection.
I'd been hauling around a spiteful little cold for a couple of weeks, and although I was
feeling better (and hoping against hope that the tropical sunshine would chase away the last