It’s Holy Week here at Casa de Campo, which means we have extra security and the sane people are afraid to leave the house after dark, before lunch, during breakfast, or at any other time of the week.
There is no school, no work and no restraint. There is no law.
We went to the grocery store yesterday and won’t go again. Grace and John will not go for walks. We have to hide our golf cart in the backyard, if it is in the driveway someone will steal it.
People pay to play golf, then steal the cart for the week. Many of the stolen carts end up in the Caribbean Sea.
They steal range balls, clubs, trash cans, and anything else not nailed down.
They drive carts, SUV’s, four-wheelers, motor scooters, and motorcycles at break-neck speeds everywhere on the resort, including on the golf course. There will be tire tracks on a half dozen greens before the week is over. There will probably be a couple of self-induced speed-related deaths, if the average of the last four years holds true.
And to add to the chaos, I just got an email message that said the countries' pumpkin supply is tainted.
Halloween is more “holy” than this.
