St. Thomas and Christmas Cove

Here are a few pictures taken this morning. We're currently moored at Christmas Cove on the greater St. James island. As far as I know it's uninhabited. The beach is a bit rocky but the water is calm.

This is a cay close by. I want my dad to take me there so we can see some wildlife:

Our pirate neighbors (infinitely better than our nudist neighbors yesterday. Ick.):

The bow (front) of the boat. Proa in Spanish:

Christmas Cove. I have yet to walk those rocky sands:

I'm a little bored but I don't think my dad would be too happy if I swam to the shore by myself right now. My niece and her friend did that yesterday (my friends are all lucky ive never inflicted the pain of a seven hour upwind sailing trip. I don't get sick but you can bet that a newbie will. My neice, nephew, and their friend all got nauseous in the original meaning of the word.) I want to put sneakers in ziplock bags and bring them to shore for some exploring.

My dad and I are just chilling here while my sister and her family watch my nephew sail. I think I have the better deal (shade!) but I'm hungry and they'll get to go on land for a hot lunch whereas we'll have a cold meal most likely. Yesterday I ate cold hotdogs. Not hotdogs that were hot and then left outside. Hotdogs that were fridge cold! Unpleasant indeed.

See you later, mon.