Trains, Trains, Trains, Trains, Trains, Trains, Planes, Planes, and an Automobile
We left the day before my birthday after work. To get to the airport, we took :
- VTA from San Jose to Mountain view
- Express Caltrain to somewhere near the airport
- Normal Caltrain about 2 stops to Milpitas
- BART to some transfer station
- Another BART to the Airport
- SFO train to the terminal
- Airplane to Charlette, NC
- Airplane to Phillipsburg, St Martin
- Rent-a-car to our hotel
A Topless Beach – Europe definitely got it right
The second day we swam a bit in our “∞ pool”
and then took off to Orient Beach. I was briefed by Michelle that part of it would be a nude beech. She forgot to inform to me that it was 98% old fat men, and the other 2% older fat women. Lest I say that I was disappointed and chose to not disrobe in these circumstances.
In dismay we trekked to the clothed part of the beach to discover that it was “Europe” rules for women going topless, and indeed the eye candy was much more enjoyable. Michelle told me that etiquette dictated for me to not take any pictures, so you guys just get to imagine.
Up Close and Personal with Airplanes
Heading to Maho Beach.
We went to Sunset Bar, to have a nice drink and then
we watched the planes fly a few meters over our heads. Very cool :
We got back just in time for the “welcome party” which was an open bar. I was drinking “Wipe Me Out”s and after 4, I was VERY much wiped out. We stumbled back to our place and crashed hard for the night.
French Onion Soup + Escargot
Switching to the French side of the island, was drove to Margiot. ALL the road signs were in French, all the people spoke French, all the food was French. It was GREAT! The Dutch side had converted to an American style, but the French had really kept their culture. And it was magnifique! Sadly the rain followed us around the island, but it didn’t stop us from having a great time.
We had some AMAZING authentic French food on the beach and I got to practice quite a bit of my high school French. It was amusing to listen to all the people around us speaking fluent Parisian French and for me to try and join in :).
After our fill we headed to “Happy Bay.” It started to rain a bit as we started to walk up, but we looked at each other and decided to go for it. It was a 10 minute hike up and ended in a beautiful view. Turning around, it IMMEDIATELY started to pour on us forcing us to run down the hill and jump into the car. Praying that it didn’t leak we sat and waited it out enough for the threadbare tires to grip us enough to get home.
Surf and Jerk
Addicted to the great food, we headed to the beach for a french lunch, and guavaberry coladas. Then to Grand Case (the Caribbean’s gourmet capital) to find … what else, crepes! After putting on our extra 5 pounds we went to Pineapple Pete’s for a great meal.
We shared a their famous lobster thermadore and a jerk chicken sandwich (hence the corny title for this day).
I’m on a Boat
We headed to the French side again this day to take a boat out to an island just off the Orient Beach. Before we stopped off at a truck to have lunch. They had a ton of authentic French food, (evan a Croque-monsieur that we had at our cooking class), but we opted to not ruin our french experience from the back of a van and got some hamburgers.
It was gorgeous out there and we took a plethora of pictures.
They kept their restaurant lobsters out in the ocean and when someone ordered one they would pull in the cage and lift them out.
In Search of Crepes
It was a wonderful birthday trip. If you want to see any other pictures, feel free to check out the full set of pictures.