Pretty in Pink: Trip Report, Day 6
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:06 pm
March 18, 2009
Pretty In Pink
My first conscious thought was to wonder why the backs of my legs felt tight, burny and itchy. It appears I did not escape unscathed from my unprotected snorkeling at Salt Pond Bay the day before. I stood up and craned my neck for a better look. Yep. Pink. Very pink. Rare bordering on raw.
We had no trouble dislodging the girls from their cozy bedroom at Bo Atabey this morning. Because today we were going shopping!
When you see a van full of German tourists pull over to peer at something, you know it’s gotta be good.
It IS good! I can see our house from here!
Too bad about the Chateau Bordeaux. Hibiscus is so pretty in pink.
The girls and I were fascinated by the offerings at Tutu’s.
They purchased some items, but were restrained, because this was our first shopping stop of the day, and they wanted to pace themselves in case something better presented itself for purchase in Cruz Bay.
I got myself this abalone turtle, which is a pin and also has a bail for use as a pendant.
I love backlighting.
Even the utilities here are pretty. It’s an Island Ting.
Next stop, Mongoose Junction. We scored a parking spot right in front. It’s a lovely shopping area, probably the most upscale we found on the island. We did a lot of looking, and a little buying.
Had lunch at the Deli Grotto. Looked some more.
A tries her pickup line on a guy, but can’t get him to shake the chick he came to the party with. (Love her dress.)
N tries her pickup line on a guy, and he shows her his cigars.
I was in the Friends of the NPS Store having the Cubs vs. Sox discussion with the saleslady (Sox have the nicest Polish with grilled onions) when I heard my name urgently being called from outside. So I took my leave and dashed out the door, to see this:
Hello ladies. Step right in. We accept all major credit cards, and hibiscus flowers.
Pretty in Pink.
It was fun to see people’s reactions. Some had obviously seen it all before, and ignored the iguana. Some gave startled gasps and gave it a wide berth. The reptile lovers amongst us stood back a respectful distance, and snapped merrily away with our cameras while the iguana posed. When we spoke to him, he looked us in the eye and cocked his head as if we were just the most fascinating people he had ever met. A sat on a brick retaining wall, and he clambered up behind her, tried to climb the wall of the building, and fell off. Embarrassed, he slunk away.
We headed over to do some shopping at Wharfside Village. Left the car in the St. John Car Rental lot. Wharfside was a little more our speed.
I picked up a tiny petroglyph charm in silver, and a fish identification book. The girls got some nice jewelry pieces and gifts for friends. It's a nice place to nest.
We walked back to the jeep, and headed for Starfish Market, because we were out of reading material for our villa evenings. There is a coffee shop there with used books, and some paperback book racks in the market itself.
Back on Centerline Road, I got the answer to the question about why there are cattle grates in front of the driveway to the Myrah Keating Smith Health Center. A lady was shooing a couple of cattle off the driveway as we went by.
Of course now that we had a baseline established, it was safe to stop back at Tutu’s for Round Two. The girls picked up more jewelry, fully appreciating her craftsmanship and prices. And they got ice cream.
Next stop was the Annaberg Plantation. N is an Anthropologist, and we thought she might enjoy seeing the ruins.
Annaberg is an interesting site. It is picturesque, and the views of the sea are gorgeous.
Regrettably, this is as close as I came to Waterlemon Cay.
It’s a tree. It’s a fish. It’s a fish tree.
Pretty.
We headed back up Seagrape Hill to unload our treasures, and this little brindle colored dog decided once again to play chicken with the car by leaping out of the underbrush right near a hairpin turn, then escaping down a little path off to the other side. He did this to us several times over the course of the week, and I could just picture him in hiding next to the road, listening for the sounds of a jeep straining up the hill, quivering with anticipation…wait for it…wait for it…
Being Wednesday, we decided to try the pizza at the Donkey Diner for dinner. M had a bad headache and wanted to try and sleep it off, so we didn’t make it to the DD til 7pm. By then they were out of calzones, but we managed to snag the second to last available pizza. We sat at the picnic tables out back and ate by camp lamp light.
N declared the pizza better than that found in rural South Dakota. The rest of us, being Pizza Snobs from Chicagoland where Pizza is a huge part of our social structure, and people get into screaming matches choosing up sides for their favorite pie, ate every last speck but refrained from comment.
About this time I had a deet epiphany. I had sprayed myself the first night on island, before dinner at Skinny's, in anticipation of malicious mosquitoes. Didn't really notice any little buzzers there. After that I carried my bug spray with me in case it was needed. I never sprayed myself again the rest of the trip, and escaped with one tiny red speck on my arm in total. My family got a little chewed up, but I did all right. Let's hear it for clean living.
We returned to the villa, remanded ourselves to our own favorite little seating nooks, and became lost in our own private thoughts.
It was already weighing on my mind that tomorrow was our last full day on STJ.
Running Total So Far:
0=Nothing, 5= Unpleasant
Bug Bites .5
Muscular/Skeletal Pain 1
Sunburn 2
Mortifying Social Faux Pas 4
All in all I'm having a banner vacation.
Pretty In Pink
My first conscious thought was to wonder why the backs of my legs felt tight, burny and itchy. It appears I did not escape unscathed from my unprotected snorkeling at Salt Pond Bay the day before. I stood up and craned my neck for a better look. Yep. Pink. Very pink. Rare bordering on raw.
We had no trouble dislodging the girls from their cozy bedroom at Bo Atabey this morning. Because today we were going shopping!
When you see a van full of German tourists pull over to peer at something, you know it’s gotta be good.
It IS good! I can see our house from here!
Too bad about the Chateau Bordeaux. Hibiscus is so pretty in pink.
The girls and I were fascinated by the offerings at Tutu’s.
They purchased some items, but were restrained, because this was our first shopping stop of the day, and they wanted to pace themselves in case something better presented itself for purchase in Cruz Bay.
I got myself this abalone turtle, which is a pin and also has a bail for use as a pendant.
I love backlighting.
Even the utilities here are pretty. It’s an Island Ting.
Next stop, Mongoose Junction. We scored a parking spot right in front. It’s a lovely shopping area, probably the most upscale we found on the island. We did a lot of looking, and a little buying.
Had lunch at the Deli Grotto. Looked some more.
A tries her pickup line on a guy, but can’t get him to shake the chick he came to the party with. (Love her dress.)
N tries her pickup line on a guy, and he shows her his cigars.
I was in the Friends of the NPS Store having the Cubs vs. Sox discussion with the saleslady (Sox have the nicest Polish with grilled onions) when I heard my name urgently being called from outside. So I took my leave and dashed out the door, to see this:
Hello ladies. Step right in. We accept all major credit cards, and hibiscus flowers.
Pretty in Pink.
It was fun to see people’s reactions. Some had obviously seen it all before, and ignored the iguana. Some gave startled gasps and gave it a wide berth. The reptile lovers amongst us stood back a respectful distance, and snapped merrily away with our cameras while the iguana posed. When we spoke to him, he looked us in the eye and cocked his head as if we were just the most fascinating people he had ever met. A sat on a brick retaining wall, and he clambered up behind her, tried to climb the wall of the building, and fell off. Embarrassed, he slunk away.
We headed over to do some shopping at Wharfside Village. Left the car in the St. John Car Rental lot. Wharfside was a little more our speed.
I picked up a tiny petroglyph charm in silver, and a fish identification book. The girls got some nice jewelry pieces and gifts for friends. It's a nice place to nest.
We walked back to the jeep, and headed for Starfish Market, because we were out of reading material for our villa evenings. There is a coffee shop there with used books, and some paperback book racks in the market itself.
Back on Centerline Road, I got the answer to the question about why there are cattle grates in front of the driveway to the Myrah Keating Smith Health Center. A lady was shooing a couple of cattle off the driveway as we went by.
Of course now that we had a baseline established, it was safe to stop back at Tutu’s for Round Two. The girls picked up more jewelry, fully appreciating her craftsmanship and prices. And they got ice cream.
Next stop was the Annaberg Plantation. N is an Anthropologist, and we thought she might enjoy seeing the ruins.
Annaberg is an interesting site. It is picturesque, and the views of the sea are gorgeous.
Regrettably, this is as close as I came to Waterlemon Cay.
It’s a tree. It’s a fish. It’s a fish tree.
Pretty.
We headed back up Seagrape Hill to unload our treasures, and this little brindle colored dog decided once again to play chicken with the car by leaping out of the underbrush right near a hairpin turn, then escaping down a little path off to the other side. He did this to us several times over the course of the week, and I could just picture him in hiding next to the road, listening for the sounds of a jeep straining up the hill, quivering with anticipation…wait for it…wait for it…
Being Wednesday, we decided to try the pizza at the Donkey Diner for dinner. M had a bad headache and wanted to try and sleep it off, so we didn’t make it to the DD til 7pm. By then they were out of calzones, but we managed to snag the second to last available pizza. We sat at the picnic tables out back and ate by camp lamp light.
N declared the pizza better than that found in rural South Dakota. The rest of us, being Pizza Snobs from Chicagoland where Pizza is a huge part of our social structure, and people get into screaming matches choosing up sides for their favorite pie, ate every last speck but refrained from comment.
About this time I had a deet epiphany. I had sprayed myself the first night on island, before dinner at Skinny's, in anticipation of malicious mosquitoes. Didn't really notice any little buzzers there. After that I carried my bug spray with me in case it was needed. I never sprayed myself again the rest of the trip, and escaped with one tiny red speck on my arm in total. My family got a little chewed up, but I did all right. Let's hear it for clean living.
We returned to the villa, remanded ourselves to our own favorite little seating nooks, and became lost in our own private thoughts.
It was already weighing on my mind that tomorrow was our last full day on STJ.
Running Total So Far:
0=Nothing, 5= Unpleasant
Bug Bites .5
Muscular/Skeletal Pain 1
Sunburn 2
Mortifying Social Faux Pas 4
All in all I'm having a banner vacation.
