I'm writing this on Sunday while it's still fresh in my mind. It bears breaking my no posting on Sunday rule.
We went out Saturday night for dinner and then drinks with our friends Adrian and Rosie. I've mentioned before that they are leaving for Texas on Wednesday. I will miss them and want to spend as much time with them as possible before then. We had a great time. Lots of laughter and good will. Other friends stopped by along the way to chat for awhile. We all had a great time and mentioned on the drive home what a nice night it had been. Until we drove into the driveway.
Our wonderful feeling of the night came crashing down when L noticed that one of the cabana windows was hanging off its' track. We rushed over there and discovered that we have been burglared yet again. They evidently used a crowbar to jimmy the window and got in. Then they collected a bunch of stuff like the stereo, blender, toaster oven, all the towels and even the extra bar of soap from the bathroom. These things were all sitting on the steps that lead up to the roof of the cabana. I think we may have disturbed them in the process of making off with our stuff. Today we did a bigger look around and the only thing we can discover missing is the extra rolls of toilet paper. How weird.
They climbed over the gate leading to our backyard and pried open the aluminum doors to our laundry area. They made off with one of those giant plastics jugs of laundry detergent. How weird again.
We called the police to make a report this morning. They were here in twenty minutes. They looked around at stuff. We pointed out the empty beer bottles lying on the ground in front of the cabana. They probably contain fingerprints of the culprits. We just got that "duh" look as in why are you telling us this? They were just full of good advice for us. They basically said we were pretty stupid for allowing this to happen to us seven times. We allow it to happen? How do you figure that? They said we should have learned by now and we should install iron bars on all of our doors and windows.
Like that is an option. How do you retrofit iron bars into a cement block building? Even if you wanted to? And then how would we be able to cover the windows when the next hurricane comes along? Nope, sorry. Not an option. So the police have been very helpful to us after each one of these burglaries. Yes, they certainly have. They suggested at one time that we get a dog. When we said we did not want a dog, they told us to buy a tiger then. Seriously, they said that. The other times they have refused to take a report and have just shrugged their shoulders. Not our problem in other words. Now they tell us to get iron bars, which is impossible and they would turn to rusty mush in six months or less anyway with the tremendous amount of salt we get here.
At first I was angry about another break in. Then disgusted. Then sad. I think now I am just plain depressed. I think we all are. I am at a loss, a total loss, as to what to do about this problem. I wish I could catch whoever it is in the act. I am sure it is one of my neighbors. It is just happening too much to be anything else. And they would know when we are not at home.
One of the things that attracted us to this island was the lack of crime. Nobody locked their doors (except maybe the Gringos) and people went wherever they wanted at any time of the day or night knowing they were safe. That just is not true anymore. Crime has found the island and I am sick of it. Is it too much to ask to feel safe in your home? I have lost that feeling totally. I doubt that there will be much sleep in our house tonight.