St. Barts is part of the French West Indies. We had booked a catamaran sail and snorkel trip, but decided this morning we didn't really want to do that so we turned in the tickets. Since it's a tender port, we had to wait for the tours to go on ahead so we didn't leave until around 10:00 am. Getting into the tender was a bit exciting with the swells, but the crew is fabulous and if you listen to them, they will tell you precisely when to take the step so you don't end up tripping or falling into the boat. This is a pricey island and that was reflected in all of the mega-yachts moored outside and docked at the pier. We simply walked around window shopping - no tacky souvenir shops here. They were Hermes, Channel and the like. A stop into a grocery store was interesting. Liquor prices were pretty comparable to home, but food that we could compare to home was at least twice as expensive, and sometimes more. We did stop at an outdoor cafe after a while for a beer, but by then we'd seen the whole town so we made our way back to the ship.
Another hard day reading or dozing around the pool. Not only do they come around offering to fetch drinks, or handing out cool towels, they also will clean your sunglasses! Seemed very decadent but we took advantage.
Since we still have a bit of shipboard credit left, I booked a massage for Monday. We had dinner in the Compass Rose with our "neighbors" friends Fran and Briggi from Michigan. I think our waiter might have been new since he struggled a little bit, but it was fine. It's not like we have to be somewhere.
Tomorrow is Dominica.
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