Swimming Adventures and One Lane Roads
We're back from St Martin! We had a blast. We'll post about it this weekend along with pictures. For now, I have a few minutes while I eat my lunch so I thought I'd mention a few other things that we've been up to or experiencing.
Last Saturday we went swimming at Morningstar - swam four lengths of the beach, so a little over a mile probably. (We're trying to counter-balance all the food we ate with our Thanksgiving at home and the awesome restaurants on St Martin. ) We actually saw people with surf boards trying to surf. Maybe we haven't mentioned this yet, but there are very few waves at the beaches around here. Morningstar is one of the more exposed beaches and is a little more like some San Diego beaches, but the waves are still nothing you could surf on. They're more along the lines of a wave pool at Waterworld - nothing like Big Surf's wave pool.
Sunday we returned to Morningstar for more exercise. This time though, instead of swimming along the beach, we decided to swim out around the land that juts out at the east end of the beach (pictured here). On one of my seaplane trips to St Croix, I'd seen another beach not too far from Morningstar, so we decided to explore by swimming and see how far it was. It only took about 20 minutes to reach the beach. I was hoping someone on the beach would have glanced up and wondered where we'd come from, since you can't see any other beaches nearby, but instead they all seemed too involved in their sunbathing to notice us. On the way back, Dave swam in to a little (~10-15 feet?) beach that seems attached to someone's private property. We didn't see much sea life, but it was a nice work-out and it was fun to go somewhere new. We have no idea which beach it was, but it didn't seem much better than Morningstar.
Last night we were reminded that living in the Caribbean is going to teach us patience. On the way home from work, a large utility truck was parked on our one-way road with two workers in the back. Dave said on his way out to pick me up, they'd had to move the truck aside for him to get by. This time though, the truck was braced with something, and the workers on the back were raised up to the power line after we'd been waiting about 5 minutes, so we realized they probably weren't going to move the truck for us. After sitting there for another 5 minutes, I abandoned Dave and the car and walked the rest of the way home so I could take a shower. It probably took another 10 or 15 minutes before they were done and could move the truck to let Dave pass. We've definitely learned that in a place where there are so few roads, if something is blocking one of them, you're just expected to sit and wait for it to get clear.
Last Saturday we went swimming at Morningstar - swam four lengths of the beach, so a little over a mile probably. (We're trying to counter-balance all the food we ate with our Thanksgiving at home and the awesome restaurants on St Martin. ) We actually saw people with surf boards trying to surf. Maybe we haven't mentioned this yet, but there are very few waves at the beaches around here. Morningstar is one of the more exposed beaches and is a little more like some San Diego beaches, but the waves are still nothing you could surf on. They're more along the lines of a wave pool at Waterworld - nothing like Big Surf's wave pool.
Sunday we returned to Morningstar for more exercise. This time though, instead of swimming along the beach, we decided to swim out around the land that juts out at the east end of the beach (pictured here). On one of my seaplane trips to St Croix, I'd seen another beach not too far from Morningstar, so we decided to explore by swimming and see how far it was. It only took about 20 minutes to reach the beach. I was hoping someone on the beach would have glanced up and wondered where we'd come from, since you can't see any other beaches nearby, but instead they all seemed too involved in their sunbathing to notice us. On the way back, Dave swam in to a little (~10-15 feet?) beach that seems attached to someone's private property. We didn't see much sea life, but it was a nice work-out and it was fun to go somewhere new. We have no idea which beach it was, but it didn't seem much better than Morningstar.
Last night we were reminded that living in the Caribbean is going to teach us patience. On the way home from work, a large utility truck was parked on our one-way road with two workers in the back. Dave said on his way out to pick me up, they'd had to move the truck aside for him to get by. This time though, the truck was braced with something, and the workers on the back were raised up to the power line after we'd been waiting about 5 minutes, so we realized they probably weren't going to move the truck for us. After sitting there for another 5 minutes, I abandoned Dave and the car and walked the rest of the way home so I could take a shower. It probably took another 10 or 15 minutes before they were done and could move the truck to let Dave pass. We've definitely learned that in a place where there are so few roads, if something is blocking one of them, you're just expected to sit and wait for it to get clear.
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