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Two Tickets to Paradise

We've waited so long, waited so long


Up at 4:00 AM for a 7:00 AM flight to Charlotte. I manage to get my heart started and we drag ourselves to check in. When we arrive at our gate I check my Droid for the hundredth time to make sure that there are no thunderstorms between us and Charlotte. The skies are clear and we actually arrive early in Charlotte. We do some hunting and gathering for lunch and settle in at the gate. (By the way, CLT is a great smaller airport. Well laid out and good services. We would rather connect here than just about anyplace else.)

We get out of CLT on time and break out the iPods & Nooks. The flight is smooth and pleasant and we arrive on time. So far, everything has gone effortlessly. We go through immigration and wave at the empty customs booth and head for the exits. Two small boys help us with our luggage and shepherd us to the car rental van waiting out front. Fifteen minutes later we pull out of the rental agency (under the big tree on a side street; no shiny counters here.) The Admiral pulls out our trusty map and we're off. And at that moment, the heavens open up and we're treated to a Caribbean squall as we work our way through the narrow streets of Marigot.

As it happens, the region has been under the influence of a nasty little low pressure system for most of the past week and the weather has, according to friends already there, sucked: hot, rainy, and still. We drive through heavy rains, which stop just as we arrive at Sol e Luna, the inn where we are staying. As we unpack several more sqaulls work their way through the area, which temporarily breaks the oppressive heat that has accumulated over the past few days.

We head to the new grocery store (US Market) near us and stock up on the necessities: gin, tonic and limes, the holy trinity of sailors everywhere. Then it's off to Villa Pizza in Cul-de-Sac for one of their veggie pizzas on a paper thin crust. Throw in a couple of Caribs and we are happy.

As the travel-infused adrenaline begins to dissipate, we slide between cool sheets and Eddie Money's song goes through my head.

I hate that song.

Posted by Sea'n'Sun 04:48 Archived in Saint Martin

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