Part IV: Donkey see, Donkey doo?
Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 10:39 pm
I've had writer's block.
After writing three installments of what has been an epic trip report (and surely leaving you, the reader, thinking "what is it with this girl and the donkeys anyway?"), I'm worried there is no good way to conclude my story.
I ended my last report with a bit of a cliffhanger... would I be denied donkeyness?
See, I'm worried I've built this donkey thing up too much. In the end, my husband and I looked at each other and shrugged that last night as we set the alarm. We didn't go to the East End on the last morning of our trip. Like good little soldiers we got our final breakfast at Baked in the Sun, dutifully returned our rental car and fins, and walked the sad walk of woe to the ferry.
Alas, the donkeys, they weren't meant to be for me.
I was a little miffed. H*ll, I'm a little miffed as I type this that I missed the St. John donkeys. In the end, all I saw was a bunch of donkey doo and a few hoof prints on the beach. It's like an African safari without an elephant. It's just plain wrong.
There is a bright spot. Upon coming home, we carefully perused our photos and found this gem. The donkey was there, but I was looking the wrong way. Silly me.
Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I will say that I'm grateful for our many sea turtle sightings. What I lacked in donkey karma I made up for in spades with sea turtle karma. Given a choice, I would much rather have had the opportunity to swim with sea turtles in their native habitat than to see a few donkeys. I realize that many people don't have turtle encounters and I should count my blessings. And so I will.
In case you couldn't tell by this point in my verbose report, we enjoyed our St. John vacation tremendously. My husband has deemed the island his favorite Caribbean locale to date. I believe I concur (though French St. Martin has a certain "je ne sais quoi " for me that will never abate).
Our trip home was un-memorable (the best kind), and now we're... home. Not a bad place, but not St. John. We're supposed to, like, cut the grass, work and pay bills and stuff when we're here. Can you imagine?
We're seriously considering returning next summer, so the good news is that I may have another shot at this whole donkey business.
There is no graceful way to conclude, so in the end, I'll let my pictures speak for me. Here are some highlights, and with these, I say good night, thanks for reading and here's to next year. I'm coming for you, donkeys. Don't deny me again.
After writing three installments of what has been an epic trip report (and surely leaving you, the reader, thinking "what is it with this girl and the donkeys anyway?"), I'm worried there is no good way to conclude my story.
I ended my last report with a bit of a cliffhanger... would I be denied donkeyness?
See, I'm worried I've built this donkey thing up too much. In the end, my husband and I looked at each other and shrugged that last night as we set the alarm. We didn't go to the East End on the last morning of our trip. Like good little soldiers we got our final breakfast at Baked in the Sun, dutifully returned our rental car and fins, and walked the sad walk of woe to the ferry.
Alas, the donkeys, they weren't meant to be for me.
I was a little miffed. H*ll, I'm a little miffed as I type this that I missed the St. John donkeys. In the end, all I saw was a bunch of donkey doo and a few hoof prints on the beach. It's like an African safari without an elephant. It's just plain wrong.
There is a bright spot. Upon coming home, we carefully perused our photos and found this gem. The donkey was there, but I was looking the wrong way. Silly me.
Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I will say that I'm grateful for our many sea turtle sightings. What I lacked in donkey karma I made up for in spades with sea turtle karma. Given a choice, I would much rather have had the opportunity to swim with sea turtles in their native habitat than to see a few donkeys. I realize that many people don't have turtle encounters and I should count my blessings. And so I will.
In case you couldn't tell by this point in my verbose report, we enjoyed our St. John vacation tremendously. My husband has deemed the island his favorite Caribbean locale to date. I believe I concur (though French St. Martin has a certain "je ne sais quoi " for me that will never abate).
Our trip home was un-memorable (the best kind), and now we're... home. Not a bad place, but not St. John. We're supposed to, like, cut the grass, work and pay bills and stuff when we're here. Can you imagine?
We're seriously considering returning next summer, so the good news is that I may have another shot at this whole donkey business.
There is no graceful way to conclude, so in the end, I'll let my pictures speak for me. Here are some highlights, and with these, I say good night, thanks for reading and here's to next year. I'm coming for you, donkeys. Don't deny me again.
