Sensory input on the island has been at times fabulous and at other times challenging. Hearing, for example, has as much to do with the hum of crashing waves that soothe you to sleep during siesta time as it does with the disturbing wave of rooster crows that begin incessantly at about 4:00 am and don’t stop until around 6:30 am. It has as much to do with the pleasant sound of “sucrier” birds chirping around the palm trees each morning as it does with the loud cacophony of croaking and whistling frogs that begins at night fall and doesn’t end until the sun rises. We started with ear plugs to catch some red eye, but now…ça va.
Taste is also something to note. Sometimes your taste buds are happy…like when you walk across the street to the bakery for a crusty baguette or a delicious chausson aux pommes (apple pastry). Sometimes your taste buds are sad…like when you go to your neighbor’s house and it would be impolite not to try their homemade boudins (plump balls of blood sausage stuffed into pork casings) or when you go to a New Year Eve’s party up the street and the main dish is soupe de cheval (horse soup). Yep…horse soup. They eat horse on this island.