I think I have titled other posts similarly, suggesting I've just slipped another few feet down the slope. For example, teaching at the boys' school has basically flushed 25 years of award-winning university teaching down the drain. I can't get the boys here to listen to me long enough to learn from me.
Anyway, today was a different example. As I have said many times, I live in a small fishing village on the southwest coast of St Lucia. Small fishing villages in developing countries, of course, don't have ATMs. We do have a credit union but evidently they don't have an ATM because they don't want people taking money out. I think their reasoning is that if people need to take out cash right away, in a small fishing village where there isn't much to buy, then they are likely going to spend it on rum. I mean, that's what I would do.
So, to get to the nearest ATM I have to take a 15 minute bus ride to the town of Vieux-Fort. St. Lucia has one city (Castries), 2 towns (Vieux-Fort and Soufriere) and then many villages. The bus ride costs $2 EC (that's Eastern Caribbean dollars; $0.74 US). When I looked in my wallet I realized that I only had $0.90 EC. Sheesh! I did not even have enough money to pay for the bus to get to the place with the ATM. I had to borrow $1.10 EC from Teacher Irma. It's fortunate she would give it to me because it is close to the end of the month and I might not actually have $1.10 EC in my bank account. I'm pretty sure she had a pitying look as she handed me the money.
By the way, it is only 118 days until my close of service on August 25th. And then I will move to Vermont. And after that I still have no concrete plans.