My trip report (really) Part I
Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 11:18 am
I will try and keep up the tradition that so many have set and provide a detailed and witty report, but I make no promises.
Day 1 June 7
We were up early,I suggested 3am and Chip told me that I was being too anxious. Too anxious? How is that possible. We were at the airport at 5:30 for our 7 something flight. We had checked 2 bags and each had a small carry on and our cooler that was packed with bacon, sausage, cheese, dried salamis, chicken, egg beaters, and steamers for Ruth. The very powerful TSA agent ripped apart the cooler and looked at me sternly with the rock solid frozen egg beaters in his hand
"What is this?"
"Eggbeaters, it says so on the package" I replied
"This could be anything, I don't know that they are eggbeaters." He remarked with a very stern look on his face
"OK" was my response
"Well, you can't carry them on"
"OK"
"would you like to do anything with them?"
Hmmm, yes I would Mr TSA man. I would like to bash you in the head with them
"No, just throw them out"
Little did I know that the outside pocket of the cooler had ripped some time ago and Chip's missing Leatherman had slipped into the lining of the cooler. They let that through but took the every popular Terrorist egg product!
Our flight was on time and very uneventful except for the wonderful fligh attendant. She was a riot and when I asked her for a mimosa, she offered me a vodka and cranberry since she did not want to open a big bottle of champagne. We laughed and I obliged. She came back with a beautiful mimosa and said that she had found some small bottles of champagne. It was perfectly made with fresh squeezed OJ ( I love miles upgrades to first class)
She came back a few minutes later with a care package for us; 2 bottles of champagne, 2 baileys, 2 rum, and 2 brandy. Perhaps she thought we were newleyweds.
We landed in San Juan and decided that we needed to have something to eat since we would not be at the villa for a few hours so we stopped in at one of the fine dining establishments that they have to offer. $12 chicken tenders is my kind of meal
While enjoy our culinary delights we were listening to the people sitting behind us
"Remember, there is no S on St John. It will make people mad."
"Make sure that you say good morning and good afternoon to people, they are very polite"
This would turn out to be someone that I helped on the Trip advisor board and would meet on our last day.
We arrived in STT on time and got our luggage, not without some stress. (well,not too much, I did have a shot of rum right off the plane)
Will our luggage arrive? What if it is lost? Why did I abandon the cross packing initiative?
It was all for naught, our luggage arrived. We waited for Rachel as she was on her way from Red Hook with another Forumite and made it to the 3 ferry with a few minutes to spare. We sat on the front of boat and panic set in
"where is my phone?"
"I don't know"
"I can't find it, did I drop it"
"I don't know"
"Call Rachel, see if it is in her van"
Panic mode is in full swing and I can feel the tears getting ready to pour and then I even think I hear my phone ringing. Oh, this is really bad.
Then I see Rachel with my ringing phone in her hand. I am instantly calm and just as I grab it from her and give her another hug and get back on, the ferry is off.
We arrive at the dock and I leave Chip to collect the bags as I make my way to Ruth. She has a small bag of goodies for me in exchange for 2 pounds of only 24 hours old steamers. Chip had a covert operation with Ruth and she hands me a few boxes, I have no idea what is in them but I am excited for the surprise. We go through the motions and get the car and head to Ilios. We were thrilled with the house to say the least.
We unpack and have a drink (thanks Ruth) and head into town. We stop at Gecko Gazebo for a drink, Tyler was bartending and was in RARE form. We head over to Fishtrap for dinner. My great friend Sharon (from Stone Terrace) is working there and I am anxious to see her. We have a wonderful meal, really great. Chip had Mahi with black beans and cumin sour cream and I had Corvino with a red pepper cream. This is not the Fish Trap I remember. It was very good.
After dinner we head to the Quiet Mon for a drink and realize that we are way too tired to be in town so we head back to the house for a quick swim and head to bed. The open air layout lets me fall asleep to the breeze and the tree frogs. It is wonderful.
Day 1 June 7
We were up early,I suggested 3am and Chip told me that I was being too anxious. Too anxious? How is that possible. We were at the airport at 5:30 for our 7 something flight. We had checked 2 bags and each had a small carry on and our cooler that was packed with bacon, sausage, cheese, dried salamis, chicken, egg beaters, and steamers for Ruth. The very powerful TSA agent ripped apart the cooler and looked at me sternly with the rock solid frozen egg beaters in his hand
"What is this?"
"Eggbeaters, it says so on the package" I replied
"This could be anything, I don't know that they are eggbeaters." He remarked with a very stern look on his face
"OK" was my response
"Well, you can't carry them on"
"OK"
"would you like to do anything with them?"
Hmmm, yes I would Mr TSA man. I would like to bash you in the head with them
"No, just throw them out"
Little did I know that the outside pocket of the cooler had ripped some time ago and Chip's missing Leatherman had slipped into the lining of the cooler. They let that through but took the every popular Terrorist egg product!
Our flight was on time and very uneventful except for the wonderful fligh attendant. She was a riot and when I asked her for a mimosa, she offered me a vodka and cranberry since she did not want to open a big bottle of champagne. We laughed and I obliged. She came back with a beautiful mimosa and said that she had found some small bottles of champagne. It was perfectly made with fresh squeezed OJ ( I love miles upgrades to first class)
She came back a few minutes later with a care package for us; 2 bottles of champagne, 2 baileys, 2 rum, and 2 brandy. Perhaps she thought we were newleyweds.
We landed in San Juan and decided that we needed to have something to eat since we would not be at the villa for a few hours so we stopped in at one of the fine dining establishments that they have to offer. $12 chicken tenders is my kind of meal
While enjoy our culinary delights we were listening to the people sitting behind us"Remember, there is no S on St John. It will make people mad."
"Make sure that you say good morning and good afternoon to people, they are very polite"
This would turn out to be someone that I helped on the Trip advisor board and would meet on our last day.
We arrived in STT on time and got our luggage, not without some stress. (well,not too much, I did have a shot of rum right off the plane)
Will our luggage arrive? What if it is lost? Why did I abandon the cross packing initiative?
It was all for naught, our luggage arrived. We waited for Rachel as she was on her way from Red Hook with another Forumite and made it to the 3 ferry with a few minutes to spare. We sat on the front of boat and panic set in
"where is my phone?"
"I don't know"
"I can't find it, did I drop it"
"I don't know"
"Call Rachel, see if it is in her van"
Panic mode is in full swing and I can feel the tears getting ready to pour and then I even think I hear my phone ringing. Oh, this is really bad.
Then I see Rachel with my ringing phone in her hand. I am instantly calm and just as I grab it from her and give her another hug and get back on, the ferry is off.
We arrive at the dock and I leave Chip to collect the bags as I make my way to Ruth. She has a small bag of goodies for me in exchange for 2 pounds of only 24 hours old steamers. Chip had a covert operation with Ruth and she hands me a few boxes, I have no idea what is in them but I am excited for the surprise. We go through the motions and get the car and head to Ilios. We were thrilled with the house to say the least.
We unpack and have a drink (thanks Ruth) and head into town. We stop at Gecko Gazebo for a drink, Tyler was bartending and was in RARE form. We head over to Fishtrap for dinner. My great friend Sharon (from Stone Terrace) is working there and I am anxious to see her. We have a wonderful meal, really great. Chip had Mahi with black beans and cumin sour cream and I had Corvino with a red pepper cream. This is not the Fish Trap I remember. It was very good.
After dinner we head to the Quiet Mon for a drink and realize that we are way too tired to be in town so we head back to the house for a quick swim and head to bed. The open air layout lets me fall asleep to the breeze and the tree frogs. It is wonderful.
