What are we up to? A little of this, a little of that.
The winter winds started and stopped so it's a little stuffy, but after seeing snow in Florida, we'll take what we have, thank you. Because boats are still able to get around thanks to the abnormally calm weather, we're still getting these megayachts off of the coast. We think this one belongs to the founder of Oracle. The boat on the right is huge, but compared with Oracle's 452' ship ($200Million), Rising Sun, the "small" boat looks like the other yacht's tender.
Hung out again with pals at the Dock on Friday. Here's Suzi and me. We look like sisters don't we?
Headed over to visit some people we hadn't seen in a while at the Shiggidy Shack and enjoyed some entertainment from this guy.
Then it was hash time. Because no one had volunteered to set the hash, 2 long-timers decided to just have a "live" hash. This means that they just make it up as they go along. Heather was the hare leading the hounds walking; Percy the runners.
It was right in our neighborhood and yet places we hadn't been yet, so it was a lot of fun to walk around with this large group and see the huge homes. Some of the pictures are fuzzy because the camera kept fogging up in my overheated pocket.
Of course, we also climbed steep hills because it wouldn't be a hash without them. Pant...pant...
The hare even managed to lead us up some dirt trails giving us some nice views while we caught our breath.
A good shot of the Marriott (I think it's the largest hotel in the Caribbean).
Around a cliff to the beach.
And we were done. It was fun to hang out in the park afterwards, but it was incredibly buggy.
In the midst of all the festivities, one of the revelers lost their car keys and offered money to anyone who found them. The kids were the first on their hands and knees in the grass. No one found them, but a spare set was delivered. Oddly, yet another hasher got locked out when their son accidentally locked the keys in the car. That vehicle's still there this morning...
We're nursing our sore calves today. I'm actually making some inroads to finding some ways to make a little cash and we're starting to feel like it's becoming home. Of course, Mike's (and everyone else's ) work permit expired on Dec 31st, so let's hope the government sees fit to reissue them again this year. In the meantime, we're sort of illegal.
One thing we learned from a new hasher pal is that once a week a small plane flies to St. Martin to buy groceries for businesses and individuals who want stuff they can't get here. Hmmm, French cheeses, baguettes, soy hotdogs....Yes please.