Tourists can be jerks, especially Americans. We downed a pot of coffee and ate breakfast by the beach at a nice little spot. It is hard to believe that people can complain in paradise. I heard a man fussing about his sausage and the poor woman fielding his complaint was beside herself. Caribbean women have such a good sense of humor. She came towards us and I asked her if she was getting fussed at and she acknowledged. She said, “sometimes I just want to throw them all in the sea!” I laughed, still in disbelief. Our food arrived and it was horrible. Undercooked eggs are not Aubrey’s cup of tea. We served ourselves several refills of coffee and I cleaned up our plates. We left quietly after she charged us only half price for breakfast. I surely don’t want to get thrown in the sea. I’m no dummy!
We awoke to the sounds of crashing waves and a light breeze blowing. It is delightful here in St. Croix. We missed our flight from Miami and we arrived after dark. It was exciting to have new scenery when we awoke. The winds blew us to the east side of the island and a mile long, uninhabited beach. Aubrey enjoyed terrorizing all of the cute little creatures of the sea while I snorkeled. The water is clear and warm. The creatures are plentiful. We are both happy clams.
Our Jeep took us to many great places today, all of which we photographed. It was a success all in all. We didn’t get lost or stuck on the beach. No wrecks or rooster fatalities. Chickens cross the roads here on a regular basis. We ate very well at a lovely seaside spot in a deserted area of the island. We were the only people eating in the restaurant. We went grocery shopping and paid $8.00 for a cube of butter that costs $2.50 in the states. We paid $19 for a $50 bottle of wine so the way I see it, we are way ahead.
We are staying on Protestant Key in Christensted. A ferry carries us to the town that is filled with chickens and beautiful roosters. The locals affectionately refer to the town as “chickensted.” We really enjoy the place and it is really slow-paced. There are few tourists and we haven’t heard any loud music since we arrived. I don’t think there is much to do in this town, save the back alley strip club we noticed when leaving town today.
Aubrey is going full “Rambo” on me and adopted my combat knife today. She wears it on her hip held up by her bikini. Black steel goes well with pink; that’s what I always say. We don’t have any firm plans for tomorrow but I expect that we will find lots of interesting sights to see.