Here we are taking off in stupid bliss thinking we were headed for paradise. Okay, I'll go ahead and give you the spoiler about the whole trip. When we flew in the weather was beautiful if not hot and humid but clear. We got to swim at the beach and pool and we thought we were in for a week of relaxing vacation. We even walked over and had a nice dinner at a restaurant in the compound of the resort.
Then on our first full day we took a taxi into town to shop at the tents where the real, local deals are. It started to rain a little but nothing we couldn't handle. We ate lunch during the hardest rain and dodged in and out of shopping malls. Then, while walking around the tents alone, I fell. I mean really fell. Skidded across the pavement. I skinned my knee and palms badly and sprained my foot. I was sprawled across the sidewalk and no one stopped to ask if I was okay or do I need help up-nothing-I thought I was back in Maryland. So I spent the rest of the trip hobbling around with one of those Ace things on my foot. Then, when we decided to take a taxi back to the hotel, our taxi was rear ended-hard. At dinner that night I thought some one's paper napkin was blowing around my leg but when I looked down I saw that it was one of those huge roaches. As we were leaving the restaurant to take a shuttle back up to our room, a bus I was walking behind decided to back up. No, it didn't get me...a very nice couple walking next to me grabbed me just in time. I guess all this made the fact that it rained the whole time we were there seem innocuous. And I don't mean the kind of rain that builds up during the day then rains for an hour or two and goes away. This was the kind that sustains their water supply for the year then it's dry the rest of the time other than if they have a hurricane. The locals were very happy. But, below are many photos of the times we did get to be in the water (no thunder or lighting for the meteorologist's family), many times while it rained.
Lots of beautiful flora...
Don't know what this is but we decided not to pick it and cook it up for dinner.
Wonder why they post this?
Okay, here's why.
Proof of my critical injury.
Boat ride to St. John and the fun/beautiful things we saw there.
We really wanted to eat at Woody's because my good friend, Woody, told me about it and because it looked cool. We took this photo before we went to the beach and Woody's wasn't open yet. By the time we got back in the torrential rain with everyone else from the beach, it was packed.
So we ate here. It was good, a pretty good chicken fried steak in a pinch.