Arrived about 8 hours earlier than budgeted owing to Daiv asking if we could take an earlier flight from Orlando to San Juan, PR and thence to St Maarten. I think we only arrived 15 minutes later than J and R. Their standing in line at customs/passport control and then having checked baggage (I knew they would ) saved us. We picked up the 4 wheel drive (necessary allegedly on these roads) and zoomed off toward town. Shopping at local supermarket was fun. Mostly found strange drinks instead of local foods that were different from home. We loaded up, tested some HEAVENLY gelato from “Cappuccino” based in Marigot and then left for Oyster Bay.
The time share is about what you’d expect from a vacation rental:tile floors (practical), cheap furniture and ugly art on the walls. But it was functional and had a kitchen. I’m not complaining, I’m happy when I can shower regularly and have a place to make coffee.
We bought a bunch of stuff for dinner but were all zombies and decided to go out.
Driving with J an R is a combinations of plucking your eyebrows and shaving your legs; its irritating, but it needs to be done – and generally leaves red marks. She hen-pecks him (he needs it) and he alternates between ignoring her and getting cranky.
I always find other people’s interactions in their relationships fascinating. =)
We ended up finding a lame, overpriced restaurant (that later we found on a list of lame restaurants) and ate..
I ordered lobster bisque and bouillabaisse with a couple of lumps of lobster chucked in and some roux. They took it off the bill luckily. $9 for three bites and I would have been crankier than I already as.
Got back and passed out.
Ah. A bed instead of a coach seat.