This island lies in the vague border between the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean sea. Has two different languages and is divided between two nations half Dutch and Half French.
Lenny and Brandi may remember this as the island with European bathing habits on the French side. We went there before little Lenny was old enough to want to pluck out his eyes from viewing those who should NEVER be without bathing suits from parading up and down the beach au naturale.
We definitely couldn’t take kids there now that they’re older. Of course I was exposed to this type of immodesty growing up in Miami. No one actually dropped their bikinis or speedos and paraded up and down the beach leaving a trail of blinded bathers in their wake (back then they would have been arrested). However, we did have the hugely overweight, retired Jewish folk in their tiny speedos – nearly as bad. I still joke about it to this day, but I was severely scarred as a child – blinded on numerous occasions.
Now I’M THE GUY IN THE SPEEDO! Something about age lends itself to not caring what other’s think any longer. That’s why Lucy is here with me to yank my chain when I begin offending large groups of people en masse. I really don’t think she’ll EVER be old enough to not care what other people think. It’s usually my gay or ethnic comments that set her (and Rita) off. Of course, I’m only joking but political correctness is paramount. I say HUMOR over PC… let’s chant.
I recall the beautiful market they had on the French side with spices and skilled artwork.
Our sole trip off the ship today was to do a little shopping. We picked up a “little” something for Rita, since she hasn’t been to any of these places with us when the New Marino’s came along previously (Twice). We actually have not done much souvenir shopping this trip. It is hard to buy souvenirs, of course, when you don’t get off the ship.
The water is so clear and blue here
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