We started out at dawn at the Charlotte airport and made it onto our flight after airport security confiscated our bottle of champaign and our sun block.
I hadn’t flown in more than a decade and so entertaining myself by staring out at the ocean during our four hour flight was pretty easy. But, as we approached our destination in St. Martins, I started seeing thousands of light brown colored patches in the water that I assumed were remnants from the BP Oil spill that happened in the Gulf of Mexico last year. The oil spots were everywhere! As we got closer to our destination and the plane descended, it became more and more obvious that the oil spill has not gone away. I was unable to photograph them because I had to shut down my electronics just as we were getting low enough for a good photo.
Arriving on the island, getting through customs, renting a car and getting to our hotel was not a very encouraging experience. The place mostly looks like it’s falling apart, nobody was friendly at first, and the roads were a mess. My nose for direction led us to the hotel more than anything else, and we found the place by heading down a dirt road that looked like a fire trail. Upon arrival, the first room we tried was not ready. The second had no electricity. I finally asked for an “upgrade” and we got a pretty nice room on the 3rd floor with a breezy balcony and electricity. Well, it has electricity, but after trying to turn on the ceiling fan for about 15 minutes, I realized there was no wire connected to it!
After a short nap on the very adequate bed, we headed out for some dinner and found a really nice French restaurant
where the waiters treated us really well and the food was excellent. They started us off with a “Bouche’ Amusee” (sp?) that was a cauliflower gaspacho. It was out of this world! Talia said her bouche’ was definitely amused! The rest of the meal was just excellent and they gave us a bottle of run mixed with cranberry juice on the house to finish it off. Things are looking up!