St Francis Superbowl Party

We're out and about on foot in George Town after a fun-filled Super Bowl party at the St. Francis resort last night. What an exciting game. The mix of cruisers was great - Patriot fans, New York fans, Americans, Canadians, and folks from as far away as South Africa! Wouldn't you know that attempting to get into the dinghy for the ride home, Wayne lost his grip on the dock and I ended up in the drink. We got back no problem other than a salty, soggy girl with a moderately grumpy attitude. Today we are trying to get "stuff done" in George Town. Drinking water, gas for the dinghy, assorted groceries, a trip to the little library, and using the internet within a stone's throw of the antenna. The signal does reach out to the boat, but it is so weak it is just annoying. We hear it's nasty up north, and are so glad to be in the gentle trade winds and on the beautiful, sunny, pink-sand beaches of Stocking Island. Not much to say - the next month or so will be more of the same I am sure. There's never a lack of activities on the Volley Ball beach, and so my current project of learning to play bridge is only one of the attractions. I also have managed to barter some jewelry and start teaching pilates a couple days a week. Wayne is busy becoming a Volleyball expert, and learning to spear fish. It's a rough life, but someone has to do it...