the circle houses within the square house

port st. john’s is strange. it’s the biggest of the little towns along the wild coast, and a bizarre mix of feeling really strongly african, with a totally black downtown, and hyper-toruistic at the same time. anyhow, libby and i found ourselves spending the night at this really funky place to sleep, ran by a hippy-Mediterranean restaurant. it was up a hill, overlooking the ocean, and had this crazy and fun structure of being two little circle houses inside of a larger square house…

we slept up here:

libby loves candles:

oh, and port st. john’s also has cows that hang out on the beach… what could they find to eat there? and can they swim?