2 college girls,,,final thoughts and reflections
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 8:31 pm
When I left you last, we decided it was time to head back. I had rented fins from Lowkey Watersports, so we had to take them back. Stu told me days earlier it would be no problem, we would run back to Cruz Bay and then head to STT. That was great for us. We didn't have to take the ferry. So we pull into Cruz Bay and get as close as possible for the girls to hop out and return the fins. Well....I'm sure we were breaking some kind of law. People were yelling at us and waving their arms. I was half expecting the Coast Guard to come arrest us. The girls make it back quickly. They had to swim a ways to the boat because we couldn't get too close to shore.
Off to STT for our last night. We get to Seaski boat rental and Stu settles the tab. My half came to 193. What a deal. Stu, are you sure I don't owe you more??
We are hungry again and Stu and Eric recommend The Saloon in Red Hook. Eric says he'll come back in a while and take us to Best Western Emerald Beach, where we are spending our last night. So off we go to The Saloon. Nice place. Get a good table. We order dinner and totally enjoy our meal. Pay the tab and get up to leave. On the way out, Michelle turns her ankle and has a pretty nasty sprain. This is an old softball injury that keeps showing it's ugly head. She is tougher than any girl I have ever known. We look around for Eric and decide he ditched us, so we hop a cab and head for Best Western Em Beach. A few days after we were home, I got an e-mail from Stu telling me that Eric was there and he couldn't find us. What nice guys. How many people would do that. I guess we just missed each other.
We are all exhausted at that time and quickly check in and get to our room. It was dark at that time, but it looked to be a really nice place that I would like to try again sometime when I have more time. I called the desk for a 5:45 wake up call. OMG! It's going to be a long day home. I grabbed the shower first and was first to bed.
Morning came too quickly and we had 15 min. to dress and get out the door. We catch a cab and get to the airport to see the line out to the curb at 6:15. I was amazed. We had boarding passes the girls printed up in the hotel lobby the night before and decided to do carry on again and off to customs we went.
No problems getting thru customs and we had a nice, fattening croissant breakfast sandwich at the cafeteria. The flight is uneventful except for having to circle Miami for over an hour due to a thunderstorm.
We make it back to Houston and I call home to let my husband know we have arrived safely. He immedietely tells me one of the dogs has had the runs, and he's cleaned it up as well as he can. Translation: I wiped up the hunks, you get the rest. I know I'm back to reality.
Final comments: STJ is still the wonderful place we discovered 15 years ago. It's changed, but I can't find any place I'd rather spend my time.
The folks there are still nice. You get what you give.
Driving for the first time was a blast, and I'm no longer affraid to do it.
I don't care what anyone says, there is a major difference in temperature from winter to summer. I never broke a sweat, the water was way colder than summer, and ac was not a big deal. In July, it's a totally different climate. Hot.
I feel like I need to address something that has been bugging me. I don't want you to think I am in favor of under age drinking. In fact I am a very strict parent who does not tolerate too much. My daughter has had a very difficult transition from high school to college and has been on the verge of depression. With that in mind, and the fact that they were of legal drinking age on STJ, I let them have their fun under my supervision. They, of course, did not drive, and I was always (except for the boat trip, because I was done driving) kept myself in control and was a responsibe driver.
Michelle has not had a spring break vacation for 10 years due to her softball commitments. This is what she has been doing for the last 10 years of her life, every spring break:

So I hope you don't judge me too harshly. I'm not nearly as cool as my stories on this trip may lead you to believe. I'm a mom who is an eternal worrier, and I want my little girl to have the best life. A few fun days in STJ is good medicine for the soul.
Off to STT for our last night. We get to Seaski boat rental and Stu settles the tab. My half came to 193. What a deal. Stu, are you sure I don't owe you more??
We are hungry again and Stu and Eric recommend The Saloon in Red Hook. Eric says he'll come back in a while and take us to Best Western Emerald Beach, where we are spending our last night. So off we go to The Saloon. Nice place. Get a good table. We order dinner and totally enjoy our meal. Pay the tab and get up to leave. On the way out, Michelle turns her ankle and has a pretty nasty sprain. This is an old softball injury that keeps showing it's ugly head. She is tougher than any girl I have ever known. We look around for Eric and decide he ditched us, so we hop a cab and head for Best Western Em Beach. A few days after we were home, I got an e-mail from Stu telling me that Eric was there and he couldn't find us. What nice guys. How many people would do that. I guess we just missed each other.
We are all exhausted at that time and quickly check in and get to our room. It was dark at that time, but it looked to be a really nice place that I would like to try again sometime when I have more time. I called the desk for a 5:45 wake up call. OMG! It's going to be a long day home. I grabbed the shower first and was first to bed.
Morning came too quickly and we had 15 min. to dress and get out the door. We catch a cab and get to the airport to see the line out to the curb at 6:15. I was amazed. We had boarding passes the girls printed up in the hotel lobby the night before and decided to do carry on again and off to customs we went.
No problems getting thru customs and we had a nice, fattening croissant breakfast sandwich at the cafeteria. The flight is uneventful except for having to circle Miami for over an hour due to a thunderstorm.
We make it back to Houston and I call home to let my husband know we have arrived safely. He immedietely tells me one of the dogs has had the runs, and he's cleaned it up as well as he can. Translation: I wiped up the hunks, you get the rest. I know I'm back to reality.
Final comments: STJ is still the wonderful place we discovered 15 years ago. It's changed, but I can't find any place I'd rather spend my time.
The folks there are still nice. You get what you give.
Driving for the first time was a blast, and I'm no longer affraid to do it.
I don't care what anyone says, there is a major difference in temperature from winter to summer. I never broke a sweat, the water was way colder than summer, and ac was not a big deal. In July, it's a totally different climate. Hot.
I feel like I need to address something that has been bugging me. I don't want you to think I am in favor of under age drinking. In fact I am a very strict parent who does not tolerate too much. My daughter has had a very difficult transition from high school to college and has been on the verge of depression. With that in mind, and the fact that they were of legal drinking age on STJ, I let them have their fun under my supervision. They, of course, did not drive, and I was always (except for the boat trip, because I was done driving) kept myself in control and was a responsibe driver.
Michelle has not had a spring break vacation for 10 years due to her softball commitments. This is what she has been doing for the last 10 years of her life, every spring break:

So I hope you don't judge me too harshly. I'm not nearly as cool as my stories on this trip may lead you to believe. I'm a mom who is an eternal worrier, and I want my little girl to have the best life. A few fun days in STJ is good medicine for the soul.