We just dropped off Logan’s aunt, Lori, at the airport here in St. Thomas and we have decided to let our hook get stuck here in Lindbergh Bay for a while. Logan and I have moved pretty fast for the past year, but hosting guests on vacations makes us some seriously busy bees. With Lori aboard we decided to sail, sail, and sail some more…and catch a few beaches in between.
There are a hundred people standing on the beach waiting for the big event – the lighting of the burning men…but the darn things just won’t light! Some blamed it on too much wind, some blamed it on fire starting skills, and some just took advantage of the down time to snap pictures. Finally, a cowboy felt his calling and ventured off the beach into knee deep water to take things into his own hands (or his cowboy hat)! He fanned and fanned and fanned. The fire starters danced in the water around the wooden statues; their skirts draped in the salty bay. Before long the crowd was whistling and clapping as the men went up in a fiery blaze. Happy Valentine’s Day – now it was time to party.
After months of traveling and eating food from all kinds of questionable (and sometimes more than questionable) grocery stores and food stands, Logan and I finally got knocked down by something and it was something awful.
Our time in St. Thomas was a blur. We worked, we cleaned, we provisioned, and we made it to Duffy’s Love Shack. We knocked ALMOST everything off of our to-do list (… we have started a new one already!) before we picked my mom up at the airport on Wednesday night. On Thursday we cast off the dock lines and set out for a Virgin Islands Adventure.