SXM1The obligatory squall passes through at 0600, waking us up in the process. We decided to head for Marigot for breakfast. We parked next to one of the marinas and headed toward the center of town. On the way we came across a tiny puppy that no one claimed and seemed lost. It followed us for a bit before heading towards the next prospective owner. A few minutes later the Admiral emotionally expressed her concern. As the male tough guy I pointed out that he seemed well fed and eventually his owner would claim him, but privately I shared her fear and throughout the day I’ve thought about him, hoping for the best.

We had excellent croissants and coffee at a cafe next to the marina, then drove to the market area of Marigot. We visited some of the stalls featuring pareos, jewelry, and other tourist-focused “stuff” but bought only a couple of paintings from an artist and she bought a necklace from a jewelry store. Then it was the West Indies Mall, full of high end clothes and “stuff” for cruise passengers. Thanks, but no thanks. The beach beckoned. If you’re going to be hot, you might as well be hot on the beach, so we left Marigot in the rear view mirror and headed for the Bounty, a French deli on the road home. They made us sandwiches on fresh baguettes (for dinner at the villa) and we pushed on. A quick stop at the villa and we moved on to Orient Beach and our favorite yellow umbrellas. Home sweet home. We breathe sighs of relief. Orient was quiet compared to yesterday and Club O was even quieter. Swim, nap. Read. Nap. Swim. Time for lunch, this time at the Pirate Bar, where I satisfy my jones for ribs, which go very well with Carib beer. But then, doesn’t everything? Eventually it’s time to go home, where we can enjoy a bit of A/C and once again I think about the puppy. Island life is hard.

The obligatory squall passes through at 0600, waking us up in the process. We decided to head for Marigot for breakfast. We parked next to one of the marinas and headed toward the center of town. On the way we came across a tiny puppy that no one claimed and seemed lost. It followed us for a bit before heading towards the next prospective owner. A few minutes later the Admiral emotionally expressed her concern. As the male tough guy I pointed out that he seemed well fed and eventually his owner would claim him, but privately I shared her fear and throughout the day I’ve thought about him, hoping for the best.

We had excellent croissants and coffee at a cafe next to the marina, then drove to the market area of Marigot. We visited some of the stalls featuring pareos, jewelry, and other tourist-focused “stuff” but bought only a couple of paintings from an artist and she bought a necklace from a jewelry store. Then it was the West Indies Mall, full of high end clothes and “stuff” for cruise passengers. Thanks, but no thanks.

The beach beckoned. If you’re going to be hot, you might as well be hot on the beach, so we left Marigot in the rear view mirror and headed for the Bounty, a French deli on the road home. They made us sandwiches on fresh baguettes (for dinner at the villa) and we pushed on. A quick stop at the villa and we moved on to Orient Beach and our favorite yellow umbrellas.  Home sweet home. We breathe sighs of relief.

Orient was quiet compared to yesterday and Club O was even quieter. Swim, nap. Read. Nap. Swim.  Time for lunch, this time at the Pirate Bar, where I satisfy my jones for ribs, which go very well with Carib beer. But then, doesn’t everything?

Eventually it’s time to go home, where we can enjoy a bit of A/C and once again I think about the puppy.  Island life is hard.

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