PART TWO: The North Pole

For the last leg of this veterinary journey we've found ourselves somewhere much different than our warm little island. The snow hasn't stopped falling and we've been here for ten days.



Andrew is learning his way around Cornell


while Calvin and I find our way through the freezing, frosty streets of Ithaca, New York.


A very different chapter indeed.

Margaret Wise Brown

On the great green island there was turquoise water
And golden sand
And a happy little boy with a bucket in his hand
And there was one little villa
Near a bush of bougainvillea
And a busy downtown
That was hard to get around
There was a big green clock
And a porch for sidewalk chalk
And ten talented knitters
And creepy, crawly critters
There was a school called Ross
Where a bit of sanity was lost
There was Rastafari and sunset walks
And treading water with Swim Club talks
And days of endless heat
And tan bare feet
And dear, dear friends we're glad we got to meet
There were donkeys
And goats
And big white boats
And lots of graffiti that somebody wrote

Goodbye water





Goodbye sand



Goodbye bucket in the little boy's hand


Goodbye villa and goodbye bougainivillea


Goodbye downtown, you were so hard to get around


Goodbye clock


And goodbye porch


Goodbye knitters



And good riddance critters


Goodbye Rastafari




Goodbye Ross



And goodbye treading water with Swim Club talks


Goodbye donkeys and goodbye goats


Goodbye dear friends







Goodbye boats


And goodbye to the graffiti that somebody wrote


Goodbye surf



Goodbye warm air



Goodbye St. Kitts sights everywhere

Happy December!