The end is near, I know it now. Gayle, Ethan's mom, bought us two seaplane tickets to St Thomas and a reservation at the National Parks campground at Cinnamon Bay in St John for our Christmas present. Ethan has talked about this place non-stop since I met him over two years ago and has promised to take me there. We knew this was the end of our holiday. On Sunday, we head back to the Continental US and consider what to do next. We both really like St Croix and would love to come back here, but first I have this graduate program I have to work on. We'll see. The world is an oyster right now and there are pearls everywhere! We both feel really secure about our options and life, but we do need to make some money soon.

Oh, St John....forgot. The beach was super fine white sand, with light rolling waves coming in from the bays. The island is mountainous and the drive was steep but the roads were fine. We hiked into the next bay and enjoyed thats one too. We snorkled around an island and man do those fish know they are protected. We lounged, we drank rum, we cooked and we slept in a tent. It was relaxing and wonderful. My only issue is that the sand fleas leave nasty welts on my body. Not everyone, just me and a select few others with sweet blood type.

We are now back in St Croix and thats about it. I promise to load tons of pictures when we get to Florida.

New uses for a Heineken can.



Ahhh, the beautiful crystal clear waters of the caribbean ocean



The beach at Cinnamon Bay


Walking down to the beach, early morning.

Hellluuuuu

St John, USVI

Cheers and Alofa,
Sara and Ethan