We set out to climb the highest hill on the island to see what there is to see, zigzagging up alleys & roads, through the back of people's yards, until the houses peter out & a cobbled trail goes up along a stone fence. The sun would come out & we'd take off layers of our clothes & then the sun would go behind a cloud or we'd stop to set our eyes on something & we'd have to put a layer back on. Hot, cold, hot, cold & there are dog droppings everywhere on this trail as if the dogs are dropping their droppings on purpose, especially at select places on the trail that intersect other trails. There is a building on top of the hill that has been abandoned & is half in ruins but still there. There is also a man working on a farm who has a shiny black dog with white teeth that shows us around his hilltop & to a small church.