grrlTravels

random bits from the Caribbean

On the eve of the eve of our return home:

We had a really lovely day today. I mean after I cried hard for 20 minutes this morning and K. took the kids off for two hours and I went back to bed. That Z., she will not sleep. It is even getting to K. and he needs about 5 hours less per night than I do. But after that we had a glorious day. I am sad to leave, except that I am pretty desperate for sleep right now.

K. bought E. a mini chocolate souffle this morning while he was removing the children from my presence and then he bought me some goodies and got one for me too. Except it never made it back to the house. E. walked in the door and said "Thank you Mommy!" very brightly and then K. said I must love him very much to sacrifice my chocolate souffle for him after he already I had one and I suppose I must. Love him very much. I did want the souffle though.

We had one of those dinners tonight which you remember for years to come. The food, the ambiance, the waiter, the place, it was all perfect. Perfect! I know I will think about this meal in the middle of winter when I am eating canned beans and I feel pasty and unattractive. I will think about it and it will make me happy. K. had escargot and whole grilled snapper and I had curry chicken. It was better than I am making it sound.

Speaking of dinner, I used to be afraid of French food. I am afraid of it because there are lots of things that the French eat regularly which I don't. But we've eaten at French restaurants for the majority of this trip and at least in the Caribbean I have conquered my fear. I've always been down with escargot and apparently mussels are big here—well I can eat mussels standing on my head. Curries? Check. All manner of grilled seafood? Check. Plus they know their desserts.

There is a little gecko/salamander/lizard-y guy who lives in the bathroom to the right and comes out after we shower to enjoy the water on the tile. If you walk back in he freezes and looks quite concerned. I will miss him.

We are deep, deep, deep into the game. You know the game. I bet you play it too. The Could - We - Really - Live - Here - Full - Time - and - How - Would - That - Work - Exactly game. I play it on every vacation. It's a really fun game except for the part where we never move and I am trapped living in New Jersey. For the record I have decided that I definitely could live on Saint Martin for a couple of years at least. Of course I make that same exact decision on 90% of the trips we take. I have decided yes with respect to China, Bangladesh, and Orlando so it is clear that I cannot be trusted.

P.S. E. says, "It is different from home here." I ask how. "There is the ocean and you can go swimming every day. It is warm. The ice cream here melts really fast. And they speak French." I think he hit all of the highlights.

Posted by grrlTravels at November 29, 2007 9:29 PM