My navy blue Reva ballet flats. With silver logo. I guess I should not really mention the brand again, as it might seem I am running an advertisement campaign for Tory Burch these days. Haha. I wish. These were purchased to be used with jeans, but they work pretty well with my navy blue Monsoon shift dress as well. I am just about starting to realize that:
A) This vacation is way to short for the number of dresses I have brought.
B) I might have overpacked. Once again. What a surprise.
I still have two dresses in the wardrobe that have not been used. And quite a few I was hoping to use again. And now there are only four more nights to go! Disaster.
Anchored off Sandy Ground today. Charming little beach with the mandatory beach shack type of bar at the pier. VERY Caribbean indeed.
With assistance from Santa Claus a.k.a. Quintessentially, we managed to get into one of the best beach resorts on the island for the day, the CuisinArt. Even though it was fully booked. Priceless.
Before leaving the ship I wanted to print out our confirmation. To be on the safe side. So I logged on to my e-mail in the library on the ship, as I cannot print from my iPad/cabin. There was an interesting print queue on the network. With a long line of print jobs left over from last week. Among the topics were:
* Restaurants in St. Barths (ok, I guess)
* Weather forecasts (who actually prints those?)
* Ten-page article on ACID REFLUX (what?!)
* Black-jack for dummies (makes sense, I guess I should print that as well)
* Information about a certain type of psoriasis (holiday reading material?)
So. This is apparently the essence of what my fellow passengers have on their minds. When they are on vacation. I must say that I am slightly concerned. I really am.
Anyway. We got to the resort, and it had an amazing beach. Unfortunately, the hotel itself was not quite as amazing as you would have thought, with it being a member of the "Small Leading Hotels of the World". But - I am so easy to please, you know. At least when the sun is shining, and I can rest assured that there will be champagne as soon as I get back on the yacht.
Back on the ship we went for a swim off the back, to wash off some of the island dirt. Most of it acquired browsing through cupboard in local shop to get my mum her much appreciated local refrigerator magnet. She has quite a collection, I can assure you.
The refreshing dip-in-the-ocean was followed by champagne with our lovely Californian friends.
Ended the day with a quite romantic dinner with Mr. Incredible under the stars. Before hitting the casino. Very bad idea. In retrospect, I should rather have "wasted" my money shopping in St. Barths tomorrow afternoon, you know. A good thing we are not serious gamblers, though. Compared to what some others bet, we are playing with spare change. But on the other hand - my middle name is not "Chanel". As is the case with some of the REAL "glamazons" on this ship.
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