It had been nearly a month since we parted ways with Patronus and for a long while we weren't positive that we would be in the same place at the same time. But thanks to our autopilot, we were going to see them in St. Maarten for one day before they left. That was part of the plan and another reason why we had such a short stay in St. Kitts.
Happy girls excited to see Patronus
Olivia looks at the cruise ship breathing down our neck
Cruise ship heading for Phillipsburg in St. Martin
We found this little flying fish on our trampoline.....great bait food
Kate passes the time playing solitaire
Arriving in St. Marten at 8:30 am. We dropped anchor to wait for the bridge to open
Here we go.....
SURPRISE!! Bryson, Reese and Porter thought they were just watching random boats going through the drawbridge that morning. It took them a minute to say "hey, that looks like Anything Goes". "HEY, that IS Anything Goes!!".
We made it through
Taking pictures of each other
Here they come, excited to be reunited. Reese had a visiting friend, Kelli, from home
Taking the local bus to Airplane Beach
It was sunny with a light breeze when we left the boats to go to Airplane Beach and by the time we got there, in all of 10 minutes, it was pouring rain and very windy.
Craig turned and ran towards the water and ducked behind the sand berm, put his head down to wait for it all to be over. This is what he looked like when it was all over. The sand had imbedded itself in his skin. It was impossible to brush off!
The kids take cover in the water
A big jet landing
Visiting a friend of the Conway's at a nearby condo complex, the kids took advantage of the pool.
All smiles as we catch up and share stories
The kids happy to be together again
Happy hour at Barnacles, meeting Kelli's grandparents and cousins, Kyra and Gillian. Bryson plays chess with Kyra.
Maggie, Kelli, Kate and Reese
It was another bittersweet evening for all of us. Patronus was leaving us once again. They were meeting friends in the BVI's and we were staying in St. Maarten to get our new autopilot. We made a pact that we would somehow meet again in the Bahamas. Remember, plans are made in the sand at low tide!