Sint Maarten is separated into two parts- St. Martin, ran by the French, uses Euros and has French bakeries that make me weep with joy, and the Dutch side that seems to me to be a throwover to the old pirate days. Its about the size of a lumpy San Francisco. The beaches are wonderful, the water is warm and somewhat tame despite the hurricane season and Lili, Kyle and Isadore running through the area. (I also haven’t seen any sharks or barracuda so far, and that’s fine with me.) We are staying on the Dutch side, almost on the border at Oyster Bay. Our balcony overlooks Dawn beach and we can walk to the beach in 2 1/2 minutes flat (3 if you are barefoot.)
Dang, its been a while since I’ve been on a long trip. (The long unemployed road trip doesn’t count.). And flying after 9/11 last year is paranoia personified to say the very least. People at you in the airlines look at you like you are the anti-christ and eating small children sandwiches. In fact, it was really only a chicken sandwich and I have no interest in taking over the world-contrary to popular belief.
Anyhoo, it will be 24 hours til we get to St Maarten adjusting for time zonage and no email in the interim. Wifi not being pervasive enough for my taste.
I will sleep well tomorrow night.
