We're stuck in Bequia. We were supposed to be in Martinique by now, heading to Guadeloupe for the French Carnaval. The waves and the wind have been less than agreeable to our plan. So we're stuck here. I know you are feeling it. Your pity is palpable even through the distance between us. The… Continue reading Bequia’s Butt Buster
I am a glass-half-empty kind of gal. For as long as I can remember I have wanted to see the glass as half full, but I always seem to fail. And once I see the half-empty glass I quickly find the fingerprints on the side and the lipstick left at the rim. But I married… Continue reading Sí, Oui, Ja, Sim, Ewe, Da…YES!
Here I am at Camp Grenada!!! This place is awesome! And we love it. We just can't seem to get close to enough of it. We went hiking with s/v Ventus They shared chocolate and waterfalls with us. Lunch at Belmont Estate was yummy. Local buffet made especially for our tummies. The chocolate… Continue reading Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah…
I am a cruiser but I've never been on a cruise. Being a native Floridian, I grew up with an understanding of cruising that came from watching the pale-skinned, cold-blooded creatures who took over our beaches each winter. These fascinating beings stopped at our gas stations and ate in our restaurants with their newly-sunburned shoulders… Continue reading Maybe This Is a Carnival Cruise
Waiting is a funny game. It's a game we play all the time. It's a game that if we win, we believe we have gotten one over on someone or something, maybe life itself; but if we lose, we lose with something far from grace. American culture teaches us to be poor players in the… Continue reading Waiting
