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Published: February 5th 2014
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Docked at St. Maarten
Big ship - Little ship Ring, Ring....Wake up.....it's breakfast time again. We ordered room service (living large 100%!)(MISSING)not realizing we should debark the ship earlier than planned for our next island visit. Actually, we thought today was going to be another cruising day but surprise: put on the old hiking shoes and get moving: we are docked at St. Maarten. Left a note on our door "Thanks but No Thanks" for the room service and off we sped to the dining room for our sit-down breakfast service. I'm loving this ALOT and not quite sure how I am going to return to the real world. It won't be easy or pretty. Sated, we rolled off the ship and into another wonderful, fantasy land. The Island of St. Maarten is part French and part Dutch. It looks similar to St. Thomas with the beautiful, green mountains and hillside homes. The shopping area is a tad more modern in appearance then the small, little, in-the-wall shops squeezed along the narrow alley way paths of St. Thomas. The shops are still one right after another but it has a different feel. Both are delightful, though.....can't chose one over the other. The majority of the shops remain the same: jewelry, liquor, jewelry and more jewelry. Cory was a happy cruiser. He found the same exact watch that he left behind at St. Thomas and even at a lower price...life is being so good to us. I was busy with Sandy turning in our coupons at various shops for "freebies". Yahoo....we are on a mission. Found a couple T- shirts to document this unforgettable memory. Finally, after a two million mile walk through town, my legs begged for a respite. Sam would let me share his scooter but with my big a_ _ I would have squeezed him to death under his chassis. The taxi ride back to the ship was a welcomed relief. It did not go without incident. Sam was going along the side of the cab when the back door closed on his fingers......Oooweeeeeeee. The injured traveler coped the best he could with his bruised and dented fingers. Once onboard, we located deck chairs at the aft of the ship where we could relax and watch the throngs of people make their way back to the boat. It was just like worker bees heading back to the hive. And I am feeling just like the Queen Bee. Guess
Welcome to St. Maarten
Lulu is in the sign...can you see her? what time it is...Guess what time it is: Time for dinner.....we're off and running. Another sumptuous meal consumed. There's no more fighting this mega food consumption regimen.....the more the merrier now. Load us up! Forget that all the professional photos we have had taken show me looking like a mannequin for Lane Bryant. We lingered over the mountainous morsels until the time for this evenings show. And what a show it was....It was an ice show on the ship's ice rink. The skaters were fantastic and the costumes brilliant and gorgeous. It was just like being at the Winter Olympics where the performers are so skilled in their art. Out one door and into the next. Now we found ourselves in a Jazz Nightclub. The musical group performed Cole Porter songs.....the cocktails almost had us joining them on stage. The combination of the atmosphere, music, drinks and plushy chairs (plus total exhaustion) proved to be too relaxing so we were ready for our bunks. I am down to convincing myself that our walk down the enormously long stateroom hallway is good exercise and should be helping something. Hah! It's not! I have developed one affliction while here. My feet have
Cory & Policeman
Walkway to Phillipsburg, St. Maarten become quite swollen. I don't normally have a problem like this. My fat feet could be used as my own small lifeboats if we go down. If I can stay upright, I'm sure I can float on them. Of course, maybe it is all fat being stored in my feet (as well as all around the bod) but my nursing experience has taught me to recognize edema when I see it. It must be from my excess weight bearing down on my feet for longer periods then what they are used to....plus perhaps some of my diet may consist of too much salt. Do you think?? I haven't dangled my feet over the side of the boat in the salty sea water so it isn't from osmosis. Just call me "Fatty Feet" or just "Fatty" for short. No one else in our group has the same problem...go figure. Time to elevate the tootsies.....this little piggy went to bed! Good Night One and All.
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