Pic's Pics and Report - Wonderful Villas continued.....
Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:11 pm
(Continued from: http://www.virgin-islands-on-line.com/f ... hp?t=12591)
Sigh... We had a flat tire.
After picking up our luggage at Cinnamon Tarn, we went to Josephine's for wonderful fresh veggies and then tried to make a quick stop at Lily's before meeting up with our greeter. As soon as we drove into the Coccoloba parking lot, we began hearing an ominous hiss. We, one speechless and the other cursing (mildly), watched one of the front tires gradually shrink... like our sprits. Of all the spaces in the lot, we had to choose the one where the tire could get snagged on metal bars sticking out of the concrete.

We were supposed to hook up with Patsy, our greeter, in 15 minutes. I tried to call her but my feeble cell had no signal. Sigh... again. In the toasty afternoon, we took all the luggage out of the Nitro in our attempt to change the tire. Just then, a man drove by and said,"Do you need help?" He parked his car and came over to help us. He looked at our luggage and said,"What a way to start your vacation!" Of course, it wasn't the start, it was the middle; nonetheless, dreadful.
Honestly, if he hadn't driven by, Patsy would've had to wonder where the heck we were for who knows how long.
I asked him "Do you rent villas?" I had noticed that his car had a familiar website painted on the side. "Yes," he replied. He was Bill (he introduced himself as Billy to us) from Book-it V. I. As you can imagine, we were so grateful for his aid. Right then I wanted to call him:
"Billy-the savior."
I should've.
One afternoon we tried to visit his office at Coccoloba but it appeared to be closed. We walked up to his daughter
Sigh... We had a flat tire.
After picking up our luggage at Cinnamon Tarn, we went to Josephine's for wonderful fresh veggies and then tried to make a quick stop at Lily's before meeting up with our greeter. As soon as we drove into the Coccoloba parking lot, we began hearing an ominous hiss. We, one speechless and the other cursing (mildly), watched one of the front tires gradually shrink... like our sprits. Of all the spaces in the lot, we had to choose the one where the tire could get snagged on metal bars sticking out of the concrete.

We were supposed to hook up with Patsy, our greeter, in 15 minutes. I tried to call her but my feeble cell had no signal. Sigh... again. In the toasty afternoon, we took all the luggage out of the Nitro in our attempt to change the tire. Just then, a man drove by and said,"Do you need help?" He parked his car and came over to help us. He looked at our luggage and said,"What a way to start your vacation!" Of course, it wasn't the start, it was the middle; nonetheless, dreadful.
Honestly, if he hadn't driven by, Patsy would've had to wonder where the heck we were for who knows how long.
I asked him "Do you rent villas?" I had noticed that his car had a familiar website painted on the side. "Yes," he replied. He was Bill (he introduced himself as Billy to us) from Book-it V. I. As you can imagine, we were so grateful for his aid. Right then I wanted to call him:
"Billy-the savior."
I should've.
One afternoon we tried to visit his office at Coccoloba but it appeared to be closed. We walked up to his daughter