Where is Snoopyville?
Monday, March 19
Simpson Bay Lagoon, Sint Maarten
It should come as no surprise to us that, after a number of weeks where our spending is quite restrained, we have a reckoning. But spending TRIPLE what we have in our budget for the week hasn't happened since we had the boat hauled in Trinidad.
We did buy ourselves another dinghy this week, but the really crazy spending was for groceries. Yes, this week, egged on by Kim, who bought even MORE than I did (they are going to Cuba, those lucky Canadians, where, thanks to our government, there is nothing to buy). But St. Martin, which is actually two countries on one island--French and Dutch--has this fabulous mix of foods available in its stores, in addition to a bulk grocery store like Costco that delivers to the dock for free, that we just could not resist. And everything is duty free. And the beer is cheap. As is the liquor. As is the wine. And the meat is fresh and decently priced. And then there's the mile-long CHEESE counter in the French supermarket on the bridge! Who cares about prices when one is presented with such a selection.
So we are moving on before we spend the rest of our kitty on pate. We are also moving on because I've got to get some miles between me and the parrotheads who are beginning to flock to St. Martin in anticipation of the Jimmy Buffet concert later this week.
Ugh.
That's right, I am a sailor and I am not a fan. Seems like a contradiction? Well, if you had a sixth-grade music teacher who thought it would be a great idea to teach your class the song "Margaritaville," but couldn't actually refer to getting DRUNK in an elementary school classroom, so changed a single word in the song, Margaritaville, to Snoopyville, you might think the whole venture was pointless as well.
Try this: "Wasted away again in Snoopyville. Lookin' for my lost shaker of salt." But we had to sing the whole song that way. Heather hated this music teacher so much she used to time her sick days for Tuesdays, when we had music. I wonder what her stance on Jimmy Buffet is.
Simpson Bay Lagoon, Sint Maarten
It should come as no surprise to us that, after a number of weeks where our spending is quite restrained, we have a reckoning. But spending TRIPLE what we have in our budget for the week hasn't happened since we had the boat hauled in Trinidad.
We did buy ourselves another dinghy this week, but the really crazy spending was for groceries. Yes, this week, egged on by Kim, who bought even MORE than I did (they are going to Cuba, those lucky Canadians, where, thanks to our government, there is nothing to buy). But St. Martin, which is actually two countries on one island--French and Dutch--has this fabulous mix of foods available in its stores, in addition to a bulk grocery store like Costco that delivers to the dock for free, that we just could not resist. And everything is duty free. And the beer is cheap. As is the liquor. As is the wine. And the meat is fresh and decently priced. And then there's the mile-long CHEESE counter in the French supermarket on the bridge! Who cares about prices when one is presented with such a selection.
So we are moving on before we spend the rest of our kitty on pate. We are also moving on because I've got to get some miles between me and the parrotheads who are beginning to flock to St. Martin in anticipation of the Jimmy Buffet concert later this week.
Ugh.
That's right, I am a sailor and I am not a fan. Seems like a contradiction? Well, if you had a sixth-grade music teacher who thought it would be a great idea to teach your class the song "Margaritaville," but couldn't actually refer to getting DRUNK in an elementary school classroom, so changed a single word in the song, Margaritaville, to Snoopyville, you might think the whole venture was pointless as well.
Try this: "Wasted away again in Snoopyville. Lookin' for my lost shaker of salt." But we had to sing the whole song that way. Heather hated this music teacher so much she used to time her sick days for Tuesdays, when we had music. I wonder what her stance on Jimmy Buffet is.
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