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| Wayne first noticed this new addition the coffee shop crowd, heading our way. He seemed to be checking us out. Tip to tail, he was a about 3 feet long and looked like he really could use a cuppa joe. |
Despite considerable hiking in iguana territory, the closest I’ve come to an iguana in the wilds of the Caribbean, was in a coffeeshop!
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| After crossing right alongside the chair legs under our table, he glanced back at us over his shoulder… if indeed iguanas have a shoulder. |
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| Apparently we weren’t sufficiently interesting. He continued on past, to the edge of the deck, then down and away. |
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| We came for great coffee and blazing fast internet. The iguana was an unexpected bonus. |
We heard from some locals in St. John’s where we are now, that the iguanas on this island like to eat soursop blossoms (one of our favorite Caribbean fruits). We’re figuring a brilliant island offering of iguana kebabs with a soursoup sauce would be poetic justice. After all, we’re betting, they taste just like chicken.
