Some weeks in paradise are about seeing new places, exploring historical sites and getting to know new people. Some weeks in paradise are about the waiting game. This week has been a waiting game. In memory of Dr. Seuss and his amazing book “Oh, The Places You’ll Go”, here is my summary of the week:
Waiting for the fish to bite, Waiting for the wind to be right. Waiting for the new dinghy to come, Waiting for boys to drink some rum. Waiting for food, waiting for sun, Waiting for turtles, waiting is done! Yes, we are waiting. The main wait for the week has been for the dinghy. The new dinghy had to be shipped from St. Maarten and was supposed to arrive on Thursday. In very un-Caribbean-like fashion, the dinghy DID arrive on Thursday. In very Caribbean-like fashion, it arrived ten minutes prior to closing time on a holiday weekend. So, we will pick up the dinghy on Monday, deliver our old dinghy to the new owner and then be ready to head out on the next adventure. As for waiting places, there are worse places to be than Honeymoon Beach, St. Thomas. There is a fun beach restaurant called “Dinghy’s Beach Bar and Grill” and we have enjoyed hanging out watching the tourists burn to a crisp. We also had time to do some snorkeling and four turtles showed up to entertain us! I am quite puzzled why the turtles choose to eat the few sprigs of sea grass that are in the sandy areas versus feasting in the areas that are full of what is called “turtle grass”. A point to ponder as we wait…. The Covid zombies in St. Thomas have also presented some other mysterious things to ponder. Evidently, the zombies in St. Thomas only congregate on the beach on Saturdays and Sundays after 5pm. Even more puzzling, they only attack you if you are sitting at a table eating and drinking. And only on sand. At Dinghy’s Bar, you can’t sit at the tables on the sand after 5pm on Saturday and Sunday but you can take one step up to the gravel area and stay as long as you like. You can sit on the beach and swim and such as long as you are not at a table. So, make note that you can’t catch the Stupid on gravel. The other mandate seems to be that the zombies don’t know how to use an entrance door, only an exit door. In all stores that have separate exit and entrances, the exit door is locked and you must funnel out of the entrance door as others are coming into the store. If only the store owners realized that if they layered the exit area in gravel we could all come and go as we please. The British Virgin Island Covid zombies are even more slick. They only come into the country on pleasure boats captained by their owners. The airports are open and on April 15th, the ferry boat systems start running again. You can also hire a private captain (not the owner of the boat) to float your private boat into the country while you fly in on a plane (because, of course, a plane has far fewer germs than two people living on a boat). If we were to accidentally cross into their waters on Galt, we could be fined $1000.00 or have our boat confiscated and go to jail. Needless to say, we have voted to skip the BVIs and take our money and smiling faces directly to St. Maarten. How do I keep up with all of these new zombie rules? So much to ponder while waiting! So, on Monday, we will grab the new dinghy, drop the old dinghy and head over to the island of St. Croix. Unlike St. Thomas, St. Croix seems to have several historical sites to visit and some unique things to see so we are looking forward to staying a few days (and we will be in a marina with a pool and a miniature golf course so how bad can that be?!). St. Thomas has some pretty areas but most of the entertainment is water sports…..let’s face it….when you live on a boat, you really want some land activities! I hope that you have a blessed Easter and that the Easter Bunny remembers to use the correct entrance and to hide the eggs only on gravel surfaces!
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