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Mittwoch, 17. Februar 2010
St. Martin: Home away from Home?
Barbuda was our last real stop before arriving in  St. Martin, on February 3rd. As always we enjoyed our pretty  and peaceful environment in Low Bay. There seemed to be more sailboats  than last January, but we didn’t feel crowded. Once in a while, we took a  break from work, for a walk on the 11 mile beach, sinking into the soft  sand up till our ankles. Darwin loved it here, we missed his joyful  presence, and this time around, the weather was just wonderful, even a  bit chilly to swim.
 One  afternoon, I convinced Mark to join me in the dinghy towards one of the  reefs. He remained in the rubber boat, bopping around, enjoying the  sunshine, while I braved the cool water and snorkeled around for a bit,  seeing multiple colorful fish on the damaged reefs and two stingrays. On  the way back to Irie, we passed over large patches of grass. We could  see big white spots from above the water and I joked that they were  probably all conch. Mark urged me to put my mask and snorkel back on to  check it out. Indeed! Tons of conch!
One  afternoon, I convinced Mark to join me in the dinghy towards one of the  reefs. He remained in the rubber boat, bopping around, enjoying the  sunshine, while I braved the cool water and snorkeled around for a bit,  seeing multiple colorful fish on the damaged reefs and two stingrays. On  the way back to Irie, we passed over large patches of grass. We could  see big white spots from above the water and I joked that they were  probably all conch. Mark urged me to put my mask and snorkel back on to  check it out. Indeed! Tons of conch!
 Within  seconds, I donned my fins again and went diving for dinner, only picking  the adult ones with a big lip. Twenty minutes later, I found enough sea  creatures for a few meals. We felt happy and successful to finally find  some food in nature. Every fishing attempt this season has failed  miserably. Even worse: we lost all our lures in the progress! Once back  aboard, Mark cut the animals out of their pretty shells and cleaned them  up a bit. They would turn into delicious meals over the following  weeks.
Within  seconds, I donned my fins again and went diving for dinner, only picking  the adult ones with a big lip. Twenty minutes later, I found enough sea  creatures for a few meals. We felt happy and successful to finally find  some food in nature. Every fishing attempt this season has failed  miserably. Even worse: we lost all our lures in the progress! Once back  aboard, Mark cut the animals out of their pretty shells and cleaned them  up a bit. They would turn into delicious meals over the following  weeks.
 Now we  are back in St. Martin with mixed feelings. It is the third time we will  be spending four to five months in Simpson Bay Lagoon, focusing on our  business and other work. The Wirie “factory” is back in production. The  list of boat projects is long again and so are the chore and the grocery  list. On the other hand, it is great to see all our friends again and  spend some fun evenings together.
Now we  are back in St. Martin with mixed feelings. It is the third time we will  be spending four to five months in Simpson Bay Lagoon, focusing on our  business and other work. The Wirie “factory” is back in production. The  list of boat projects is long again and so are the chore and the grocery  list. On the other hand, it is great to see all our friends again and  spend some fun evenings together.
 Mark  and I also have a wedding to plan and our friend Karmen, who is an  aspiring travel and wedding photographer (www.meanderingmoments.com) is  practicing on us, as we speak. So, just like previous years, it is all  about finding the perfect balance between work and pleasure. St. Martin  is not a bad place to achieve such a thing!
Mark  and I also have a wedding to plan and our friend Karmen, who is an  aspiring travel and wedding photographer (www.meanderingmoments.com) is  practicing on us, as we speak. So, just like previous years, it is all  about finding the perfect balance between work and pleasure. St. Martin  is not a bad place to achieve such a thing!
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