I am tempted to rename this blog "The Occasional Blogger" as life has been so busy lately that I have been neglectful. And I still have an island I never posted (tba). Oh well, such is life and 'tis the season.
We kicked the holidays off with our family Thanksgiving sans Rob. He has a new job and a new place to live and has been busy settling into both. He had an opportunity to work on Thanksgiving Day at his new job bar tending at a lovely restaurant and bar on St. Pete Beach. TG is big tips time and, while we missed him we understood.
On Thanksgiving, the Grands decorate their Christmas tree at our house. Landon then spent the night with us as it was his turn. We had our dear friends, Bill and Jo as well as the Grands and Chris and Kristen.
The first Christmas we spent in Tarpon Springs, E and headed to Spring Bayou for the parade. We took our wine, chairs and blankets to keep warm as it was a cool night. That was 8 years ago and the price of fuel had sky rocketed. There were five boats in that parade and four were lit. The last boat had Santa who landed and handed out candy canes. Times have changed and this year's parade was amazing.
Tonight is our annual holiday party and, after much thought, have decided to make this our last.
Happiest of holidays to all and remember, people who don't believe in Santa, get underwear for Christmas.
Friday, November 06, 2015
Our first stop was to visit with a friend of our guide. This man was a self taught expert on sea life and, while we have lived on the Gulf for about 15 years now, we got to hold live specimens that we had not seen before. The young Brits enjoyed it even more than we did.
From the iguanas, we head to the beach for an hour or so.
While Gene lounged in the shade with a local brew, I played in the waves. The young British guys took pity on this old gal and let me hang out with them for a bit. The changing rooms were very nice and the whole place was so beautiful!
We stopped to get pics from both sides of the dividing line and then it was on to the rest of our adventure.
The airport on St. Maarten is renowned, The planes approach directly over a beach (high tide so it was hard to see more than rocks) and we were just in time to witness this phenomena
Before we knew it, our day was drawing to a close and our guide took us back to our ship through some beautiful country.
Next, and last stop, Tortola