Woke up this morning, the world was gray. I read, and watched the sea, and read. Finished “The Golden Notebook”. All the dogs came to hang out, one after the other, crawling in underneath the chairs and tables. A safe combination of shadow and containment, I guess.
I asked if it would be possible for me to get hold of a coconut, and the boys in the staff started climbing the palm trees on the property and shaking the coconuts down. It looked completely insane, those small boys up there without any kind of safety equipment, and the coconuts hitting the ground with loud thumps.
But I guess that’s how it’s done. The coconut was delicious. That’s one thing that I’m going to miss. The fresh fruits and nuts.
How do you know if a coconut is ripe? From the size, and if the outside has started getting brown and cracked.
Katja Malmborg 