grrlTravels

2 p.m. Huh?

The schedule here is a bit complicated. Well, it's a lot complicated. We can't get it. At all.

We are one hour ahead of our normal time zone. Ok, we can deal with that, especially since we are on vacation and we don't need to be anywhere.

The businesses on the French side close from 1 to 3 pm. Or 3:30. But mostly 3. I thought the siesta was a Spanish thing (and a thing which I could definitely embrace wholeheartedly), but here in the French West Indies the siesta happens. On the French side. Not the Dutch side. Except not all businesses on the French side. But lots of them. This is very difficult to remember when one is on vacation and one's brain lacks the capacity to recall such important data when it has been switched over to vacation mode.

Sometimes places are open, sometimes they aren't. They open if they feel like it, and if they don't, they don't. Also some places are closed on Mondays, some on Tuesdays. Some on Sundays. It varies. As you can see.

Dinner is later. No one eats lunch. I couldn't say anything about breakfast because we haven't been out of the house that early yet. The beach restaurants that the guidebooks say are open for dinner stop serving food at 5. We found out one of the fun beach restaurants was open late on Sunday, but we found this out on Tuesday. The one town gets seedy after dark, the other is fine. We haven't been out very late because Z. has decided to get up at 5:15 am (4:15 am our time) every night. Get up and stay up. No more sleep after 5:15. That is one powerful alteration to the schedule.

E. and I had mini chocolate souffles for breakfast or brunch or lunch, depending on who you ask. They were divine. I would eat them for every single meal if I could. Some things are beyond the constraints of scheduling issues. Mini chocolate souffles at the first good French bakery we have found are one of those things.

What time did you say it was? Not that it matters because I won't be able to comprehend the implications anyway.

P.S. E. says, "When you suddenly love someone who you never met before that is making friends." I'd have to agree.

Posted by grrlTravels at November 28, 2007 6:54 PM