St. John and St. Thomas are saints everyone should spend some time with.
And, oh, we did. We got to know them well.
Once our airplane actually got off the ground. Once a pilot showed up when the scheduled pilot just didn’t. Once we hung out in the Salt Lake airport for five extra hours and met ourselves a celebrity (though someone I’d never heard of before that fateful early, early morning).
Meet Nicki Reed. Don’t worry—I didn’t know who she was, either, even after she’d approached Heather and me whilst we awaited our airline fate. I’ve never been so close to a vampire.
But hey! Look! We made it to St. Thomas, and only five hours later than anticipated. :)
And look! St. John! (My saint of choice….)
(In search of the Transdermal Donut…and Paul WAlker is alive on St. John.)
(One of my finer photographic moments, obviously. But turn your attention to the darling sea urchin in my hands…)
(Local fare and exotic, relevant keepsakes….)
(All hail, Havana Blue at sunset….)
Sweet smells!
