Short Stint in St. Martin

I’m sure there are areas of St. Martin that would make a wonderful vacation but the Sonesta Maho Beach Hotel is not in one of them. Our journey on the island began with a less than friendly cab driver who huffed and puffed when we told her where we were headed. She said to herself like a 5-year old “but I don’t want to go that way! I just went that way and I want to go the OTHER way!” and stared at the cab attendant as if to ask if she could ditch us. She then refused to help with our luggage until I got a bit hostile with her. After our 5 minute ride through what reminded me of Spring Break, I was inclined not to tip on the $9 tab but I didn’t want any bad karma coming back to me.

The line at the check in desk at the hotel at 11pm was longer than we had hoped it would be, and it overlooked one of the many bars full of loud drunk tourists. Apparently there are such bars all over this massive hotel campus because as I type this I am listening to the “boom boom boom” of the music coming from at least one of them. This, together with floral bedspreads and curtains, is exactly why I choose not to vacation in places to which one can easily get and ones that have large resorts and casinos. Sorry to those of you reading this who like that kind of stuff, you have no idea what you are missing. Hopefully the descriptions in the days to come will shed some light as to why I prefer the harder-to-get-to places.

See floral bedspread and curtains:


see bathroom: