Despite a rough seas arrival, we arrived in what would be our Corossol, St. Barts (St. Barth) home and my work base every morning for the next three weeks. We settled in, scouted out, and established our new routines within the day. No toilet paper in the toilet-check. Flying bugs belong here-check. Island breeze and heat by day, AC by night-check. Upon arrival, we had a visitor in Carter's room, the size of my hand. We were almost sad to see him go and in our haste to return him from where he came, we only have a mediocre photo to tell the tale.
This morning I awoke early and began to organize how I would work. Since office and adult sleeping space is upstairs, its the perfect arrangement to go unnoticed in the early hours.
In St. Barts, the roads can be steep, mostly narrow, and often lined with stone walls enabling you to hug a corner - round we go. Sometimes there's a cliff to your left or right - best not to let it bother you. There are many beaches to discover and everywhere the water gorgeous. I'm armed with no less than seven varieties of sunscreen. In the main towns, the yachts are evident, perhaps visitors for a day or week. From the house, the view downstairs is every bit Caribbean and local flavor. I wonder how easy it is to balance a laptop on a hammock. I might try that tomorrow.
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