debd
Senior Insider
A few years back, there had been a rash of robberies, which was a whole new experience for us on that island. Heck, we even had a modest soft cooler taken from beside our car. Realizing we had left it at the car when we arrived at our set up location, we went back, only to find it gone.
Wind the clock to February 2020.
On Sunday, when we left the beach, we noticed a small family party going on at the entry to the beach. As we walked to the parking lot, we were greeted by the scents of something delicious cooking. This one gentleman had set up propane tanks, and was cooking huge batches of (yum) paella. Hubby suggested I take a picture. Put all my stuff down, reached in to pull out the (I thought just the) car key for Jac, and pulled out my phone for photos.
When we got back to our lodgings, I was unable to locate the entry key.
Well, this morning the we went back to the beach. There sat the key, on the shelf where the cigarette cans hang.
This is the St. Bart's I remember.
(Back in the early nineties, we realized we had left our wallet at le Select when we went to pay our bill at La Marine. Of course, the sisters told us not to worry about it. Of course, the police station was closed because it was after 5. And, of course, we got back our wallet with cash, credit cards and safe key. In return, we bought the finders several rounds of Red Stripe, at le Select.)
Wind the clock to February 2020.
On Sunday, when we left the beach, we noticed a small family party going on at the entry to the beach. As we walked to the parking lot, we were greeted by the scents of something delicious cooking. This one gentleman had set up propane tanks, and was cooking huge batches of (yum) paella. Hubby suggested I take a picture. Put all my stuff down, reached in to pull out the (I thought just the) car key for Jac, and pulled out my phone for photos.
When we got back to our lodgings, I was unable to locate the entry key.
Well, this morning the we went back to the beach. There sat the key, on the shelf where the cigarette cans hang.
This is the St. Bart's I remember.
(Back in the early nineties, we realized we had left our wallet at le Select when we went to pay our bill at La Marine. Of course, the sisters told us not to worry about it. Of course, the police station was closed because it was after 5. And, of course, we got back our wallet with cash, credit cards and safe key. In return, we bought the finders several rounds of Red Stripe, at le Select.)