Wednesday December 19

Today was another good, although short, day due to the fact that I had to spend a few extra hours in bed sleeping off my hangover and the fact that I have to get up super early tomorrow to sail to the Tobago Cays. I had such a great time last night that when I got home I decided I needed to enjoy some pineapple surprise and a bag of pretzels while watching the exciting local news from New Jersey. My actions seemed relatively harmless but when I woke up this morning to find pretzels scattered about my villa I was convinced someone else must have been here. But I guess it could have been me. Luckily I didn’t leave out any pineapple surprise because otherwise my place may have been overrun by bugs while I slept.

I was getting ready to head out to have my only meal of the day at 2pm when Greg asked if I wanted him to take me to another villa that my sister could rent so we did that. It was much nicer than the first. This island is far from luxurious so linoleum floors, a boombox and Golden Girls – type furniture is considered nice. You come for the views and the serenity, this is not the place to come and be pampered. That’s Mustique, just a stone’s throw away.

I was craving a burger so I headed down to the Salty Dog. I felt pretty cool when I walked in and Andre said “Hey Erin!” and cleared a spot for me at the bar. People here are so friendly. And he remembered all the stuff I told him the last time I was there, unlike my memory of several of my conversations from last night. He said he was going to go to the party last night too but the weather deterred him. Instead of a burger, I opted for the flying fish sandwich, the local version of the Filet-O-Fish, and it was YUMMY! I finished off their pitcher of rum punch and convinced them to provide a supply for us when we move to the other villa. Its pays to know the bartender!

I met Andre’s brother and his family from Barbados, as well as another visitor who is here until March. He trains racehorses in France and this is the off-season. Can’t remember his name, but when I later saw him walking down Belmont Walkway, he remembered mine and yelled another (I am so cool) “Hey Erin!” as he walked by me and while enjoying an ice cream cone from the Gingerbread. It inspired me to get one too so I did, and sat at the beach eating some mango frozen yogurt. That’s when the sun finally came out, which is a good sign for tomorrow’s trip.

When I got back, I decided to learn yoga from Rodney Yee and practiced out on my private patio overlooking the lush gardens. I did pretty well, I must say, but Rodney’s speedo with a sock in it kind of creeps me out.

That’s it, a pretty boring but good day. I’m feeling very welcome and comfortable here, it really is a special place. Before I got here I kept reading that it was “special” but now I know what it means.