We pulled into St. Kitts around 8 a.m. There were already no less than three cruise ships in port, so we took the final open spot. Again, it was fun to watch the Pilot boat load on the pilot who would get us into position to do the docking. It always gives me a greater appreciation for and a sense of pride in what my Dad did for years.
I think I forgot to mention … yesterday while we were returning from our excursion, we saw a sea turtle swimming around the ship. Pretty cool to see one in the wild.
Our afternoon was taken by a tour of St. Kitts. I was impressed when we loaded into the tour bus, and the driver had a church service playing on the radio. From what we heard of it … great sermon. Way to go, God!
So far I have nailed all the Episcopal churches before they were identified by the tour guide.
At a stop at a botanical gardens, we witnessed a random traffic altercation. The streets there were extremely narrow, and people park on the side of the road anyway they want. You just have to go around on the wrong side and wait for each other. Oh, and it is required that you honk when you get a chance. In this case, two cars were facing each other, head on. One had nowhere to move to. The other wasn’t willing to back up. It took the efforts of five tour guides all yelling at once to solve the problem. I admit, it was fun to watch.
We saw some island critters. I learned how to tell the difference between sheep and goats. Sheep tail down, goat tail up. Got it. There were plenty of those wild chickens on the island.
We drove to the very edge of their rain forest. Lots of banana trees, but the no bananas. Why?Monkeys! There are double the number of monkeys to humans on island. We didn’t see any. Monkeys, I mean. We did see humans. We saw a Saman tree that was 400 years old. Looked like … a big old tree.
We stopped at what i would describe as a glorified Caribbean quilt shop. They have an amazing technique of creating colors on fabric using wax. They called it Batik. Chris had heard of it in her quilting circles.
We passed the gravesite of Samuel Jefferson. He was a bigwig in the island’s history. He was also the great, great, great grandfather of Thomas Jefferson. At least I think I got that right.
Our next stop was the island’s fort. This one was quite impressive. It’s just ruins now. Well, and a gift shop, of course. It was a pretty extreme hike to get up to it, but it was well worth it. Besides the fascinating architecture of the fort, the views were nothing short of fabulous. I was really proud of Chris. She made it the whole way up and back down with her extremely sore hip and back and foot, not to mention her fragile heart and her difficulty breathing. That’s one phenomenal lady.
Then we stopped at the narrowest point of the island where we could see the Atlantic Ocean on one side and the Caribbean Sea on the other. Awesome view. And to top it off, I found the monkeys. Well, two of them anyway. Some guy had trained them to not bite the tourists’ ears off. I got a picture with the two of them on my head. Monkeys!
My favorite tour guide quote: “We have an army of only about 300 people, so we’re not looking to fight with anybody.”
Last night was “Elegant Dining” night. We were supposed to dress to the hilt. Chris wore a very pretty dress. I wore my slacks and a Hawaiian shirt. Very dressy for me.
After dinner we went over to the main auditorium for the night’s show. The entertainer was a magician / comedian. Pretty funny guy. Did some basic magic tricks, but his gift was connecting with the audience.
1 John 4:15 says, Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God — God remains in him and he in God.
Father, please give Chris a restful night after that tough climb. Amen.
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