During one of our home visits with the crew from public health that delivers medicine to the TB and leprosy patients on the island (they’re called the DOT crew – Directly Observed Treatment, it helps prevent resistant strains of bacteria and non-compliance), we came to the home of a woman who was recently diagnosed with TB.  We sat down and spoke with her for awhile, she was pleasant but very tired – it was the first time I had actually heard someone cough knowing it was from tuberculosis, which is virtually non-existent in the States.  Her husband was there by her side throughout the conversation, occasionally brushing her long dark hair behind her head with a look of love and concern as she lay there, exhausted from the disease.  He left only once – and came back with a huge smile across his face and arms outstretched holding a fresh coconut.  Drinking a coconut fresh from the palm tree was on the “must do” list for Mike and I on this trip, so the man’s smile became contagious as we pondered how to go about drinking from the hole carved in the top of our new drinks.  After thoroughly analyzing every aspect of the coconut situation as all medical nerds must do before any new task can be undertaken, we managed to spill probably only slightly more than we drank.  Delicious.