Quiet day on the island. The second also appears to be a holiday, so the stores are still closed. They certainly looked open, but a quick attempt to go into the store yielded no automatic door opening and a very distinct impression that every person in there was elbow deep in a shelf — probably some start-of-year inventory or something. We ended up resorting to getting supplies from the gas station, which worked out ok because the gas stations here sell spaghetti, eggs, parmesan cheese, bread, pretty much a full grocery store packed into three rows in a service station. Had quite the selection of gourmet mayonnaises as well.
Cat count: 3 (Loaf, who still is lounging around the front patio despite us running out of snacks a week ago; the judging grey and white cat by what I know now is not the town square but just a little fountain area; and the swole orange cat. Gonna need to name them eventually since they’re recurring characters now.)