St. Barts
We are tied up along the quay in Gustavia Harbor in the shadows of an armada of mega yachts. They all appear to be between charters and the Below Deck-type crews are blowing off some steam in town. This harbor is a stark reminder that somebody always has a bigger boat. Yesterday, we saw another yacht give birth to a tender that was larger than the SomewhereHot.
What we have is a better crew, better guests, and a better blender. And a better playlist and a better plan. We spent last night anchored in a beautiful bay at Ile Fourchue. I went SCUBA diving before breakfast and we caught a nice yellowfin tuna on our way over. Not a bad way to start the day.
At first glance, St. Barts (or Saint Barthélemy if you are being all French about it) is just like any other Caribbean island. It was named by Christopher Columbus for his younger brother Bartholomew in 1493. I assume that the Prada store was not there at the time. St. Barts strikes me as one of those celebrities who is essentially famous for being famous. The island is special because it says so and it works hard to keep the pretense working.
We’ve arrived on an unspecified holiday and tents are being set up for a party. This could be fun. Tomorrow we are off early for St. Kitts and Nevis. Checking islands off the list. Antigua, Guadaloupe, and Dominica lie ahead, just over the horizon. Adventures await.