Saturday at the beach: dog day afternoon

Happy #TOT!

Sometimes Life has to be a Beach

Let me begin by saying, many posts here notwithstanding, The Bug and I are NOT beach bunnies! In the days of my youth, I loved being in the water, but even then I preferred the pool to the ocean or lake. Nice and routine and sanitary, comparatively...and no snakes or sharks or jellyfish! I enjoyed soaking in the tub and lounging in the pool on our cruise, and I did like our all-too brief dip in the Caribbean, but yeah, we don't come to the beach for "the beach" so to speak. But we do love finding a beach our speed and renting a room with a view from which to sit and watch the action. We usually try to hit the beach in May, when it is a bit cooler and less hectic, but this year life events (not bad ones) led us to change our reservations to this week, which means we are at the beach in Delaware with tons of newly minted high school graduates, lol! Shenanigans abundant, I am sure. But it also means we can be relatively invisible, and that suits us just fine. We're here for the salt air and the wildlife, and as was the case last time we stayed in this particular hotel (two years ago) both come to us in abundance! Ahhh...that is the sound of the stress and strain and grief slipping away.

Okay, so here are some people.

 And the evening

 And the morning

 Were the first day

 Barn Swallows everywhere!

 And Ospreys!

Catch of the day...shot from our balcony. We love this place!

 Laughing gulls

And Grackles, of course

And this young male, a Northern Bob-White!

And there, just offshore, dolphins! Sigh...I was losing the light by the time they showed. Dewey Beach...one of our happy places! Tomorrow we'll drive around a bit, visit some nature preserves, and get in some hiking, but for now we are enjoying every bit of the several dimes we spent for this room.

Fateful Thursday in St. Maarten

Our next island was St. Maarten, which has the distinction of being part Dutch and part French. We were to make port at Philipsburg, a town that is basically an outdoor shopping mall. It is beautiful, but not exactly our cup of tea. Cruises must receive significant incentives from certain jewelers, etc., to advertise their wares and encourage guests to visit their shops. Philipsburg, as a major shopping destination, thus would be distinct from all our other stops. Also, we were worn out from three straight days of sightseeing excursions, so we chose to take it easy, or so we thought, at St. Maarten.

I awoke before dawn, so I got to see the sunrise as Captain Kate took us into the harbor

These nice folks stood guard...there was a small craft a bit too close to the shipping lanes for comfort.

The views were spectacular!

And we were being tailed by not one but two Royal Caribbean ships!

Not sure what I see here, but it looks inviting...

Amazing light!

Entering port

We were in special company...we would share a pier with a "Love Boat": the Regal Princess

And her loud-mouthed pirates with their fancy bottled water, lol.

Speaking of...

The second pier, awaiting the Royal Caribbean ships

Freedom of the Seas! Navigator of the Seas would follow and choose to back in

My lovely Bug and I watched the action while we took our breakfast in the Oceanview Cafe

Yet another reminder of the colonial wars in these sugar islands

Now turned into mostly peaceful resorts.

After our breakfast had settled, we decided to head ashore.

We took the water taxi away from the docks to Philipsburg

The taxi offered excellent views of the harbor!

I enjoyed a Carib, the local beer, as we made our way to the mid-town wharf

Our destination

More than a mile of beautiful beach!

As you can see, diamond ads were ubiquitous.

But the scenery was stunning! This boat's flag features what appears to be a flaming Maple Leaf and a Polar Bear with a hockey stick...Canadian content, eh!

Danabug got a nice capture of me doing my thing...

The Black Mamba, another taxi

Another view of cruise ship row...

We took in the sights of town...souvenir markets sandwiched between Rodeo Drive-worthy boutiques

They had their Christmas groove on...

Ahem...some more than others...

Apparently McDonald's fared better here than on St. Lucia.

The town is only four streets deep, and about a mile long. We didn't walk the whole thing...just got a sampling of it, then turned our minds to lunch. This would be our first and last meal ashore...why eat ashore when you've already paid for such good food on board?

The bartender made Bug this wonderful virgin frozen drink, and he served me up another Carib.

Danabug had the fish sandwich.

I had grilled chicken wings and pork ribs with jerk sauce.

Man, was it tasty! I don't blame the food, actually...somewhere during the day I ingested my doom...who is to say where or when or how?

After lunch, we strolled back to the wharf, passing Brutus Buckeye along the way!

The seemingly humble Summit beside the bigger Regal Princess

Me boat! Alack...must have lost it in a card game.

In truth, I am not a gambler. I love to play blackjack, but discovered some years ago that I cannot afford to do so when real money is on the line. So we dropped not even one token in a slot in the Summit's casino, and took nary a turn at the gaming tables. Not our thing, happily. Besides, I needed that money for refreshing beverages...one needs to stay hydrated, after all...

A last sigh, and then we boarded our by now beloved Summit,

in need of cool air...it was hot on the beach! In more ways than one...

Our moon...though, ahem, not the only one we saw that day!

The Regal Princess departed with much fanfare and tooting of her great horn (it plays the first bars of the Love Boat theme, of course). After that, we dressed for dinner, which we took in the main dining room. Danabug enjoyed yet another wonderful vegetarian dish, while I had the broiled haddock. We finished our meal with baked Alaska and, after a pit stop, headed up to the fantail to enjoy the night at sea...we find we LOVE being at sea! Who knew? The Sunset Bar featured live music, and my man Bird kept me replenished with cold drinks. But something was wrong. By the next morning, it was clear that I had the infamous Traveler's Stomach...most likely from exposure to E.coli. No more excursions for me this trip! I would need to stay close to the head...tmi, I know...

But hey, Merry Christmas, y'all! Tomorrow I will post our annual Christmas poem, and then we will return to Lintheads of the Caribbean for the final leg. Peace be with you, no matter your faith or philosophy, or mine for that matter. We can live in peace...this I must believe.