One day Nancy was geting ready for a party. She thot out loud I'll steal my mom's braslet and Ipod. So she did. Meanwhile her big sister was liesting as youshwell. Ok now she snuck out to the party and had a great time. But when she got home her sister was waiting for her and then marched her to the mom and the mom was mad. But Nancy felt bad gave the stuff back. so the Mom for gave her!! So they lived happily ever after!! The end!!
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We went to a beach cold Margotout. We went to that beach twice in a row. The first time we went for dinner and my mom wished she had brot her bathing suit. The seocond time we went my Dad did not come he had to work. My grandma and grampa liked going to the beach. We sow a cow running from a cowboy at the beach. Boy that was a site!! I went snorkeling!! It was fun. My mom spent pritty much the hole time in the water. Grandma whatched Reuben. ok by!!
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When we first arrived in St. Lucia, the Canadian health nurse's warnings of all the loathsome diseases awaiting us were fresh in mind. We were terrified to step foot outside.
The paranoia lasted about 24 hours. You know what, there are disease-carrying bugs in North America too (e.g. Lyme disease) and there are more mosquitoes in my backyard in Nelson than there are in my backyard in Soufriere. We're getting bitten (those are Ana's legs in the picture above) but we're adjusting too. We're wearing more bug repellant and we're experimenting with earth-friendly stuff like lime juice and lemongrass. We're closing the doors when we can and keeping the fans on. We're encouraging the geckos to go about their bug-eating business, and we're letting the landlords fumigate on their schedule, even though pesticides bother Gina's conscience. But most of all, we're just not worrying. So far, the only thing that's infected us is the happy, relaxed disposition of the locals.Comments [0]
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[Update] I complained to Hotwire about the experience, and they sent me a $130 credit! Yay Hotwire!
We thought we'd check out the "big city" over the weekend, so we booked a last-minute hotel in Castries on Hotwire for $105 USD/night (incl. tax): The G* Resort (omitting the name just in case they have mafia connections).
My initial impression when we arrived was, "Meh." It's on a hill with a decent view but a boys' correctional facility is across the street.We went to the restaurant and the waiter didn't seem to speak English (St. Lucia is an English-speaking country). I picked what I wanted from the menu but he didn't understand -- he asked me to write it down for him. So I did.
10 minutes later he came back and said that they don't use the menu (??). He said they had fish. I asked what kind? He took out a cell phone and called the chef (!) and said they had Snapper and something else that I didn't understand. Then he handed me the phone, and _I_ talked to the chef. He was in his car, and said he'd get to the restaurant in 5 minutes (it was 5:30pm?). He asked me what kind of fish. Not knowing what the other kind was, I answered, "Um, half of one, and half of the other, I guess." I saw the cook arrive 10 minutes later. I had given the waiter a beverage order, but it still hadn't come. I returned to the bar twice to ask about it, and after a half hour we were able to pick the drinks up ourselves from the bar. It was just pineapple juice; not sure what the hold up was. After 90 minutes at the restaurant our meal arrived. We were treating locals, and I hope they enjoyed it, because it sure didn't suit Canadian tastebuds. The bill was EC 260 (as there was no menu I had no idea what it would be). You know, I wish the restaurant was the reason the Glencastle is an awful place to stay, but it's not. The restaurant was perhaps a highlight. The A/C in the room was broken. Now, it's okay to be without A/C in St. Lucia IF you have windows on two sides of the room, so you can get a cross-breeze, and IF those windows have screens, to keep out the (plentiful) bugs. At the Glencastle, neither of these preconditions applies.I went to the front desk to ask about it. (Incidentally, there was a Hotwire booking confirmation on the desk with Hotwire's full credit card information and the amount that Hotwire should be billed for my reservation. Hotwire's profit margin on my stay was $75.) They said there was nowhere to move us and the repairman lived outside the city. So we sweltered!! And I mean sweltered. Our 15-month old was absolutely dripping with sweat all night long. The temperature in the room stayed in the 90s; it was difficult to get any sleep.
Speaking of my 15-month old, the hotel is not child-proof. In St. Lucia, it seems that about half of the railings in use have 6-8" gaps between rails, and that was the case from our 3rd-story balcony. The electrical outlet by the floor fan was also broken, so the repairman bent the plug to get it in, leaving lots of prong exposed. There were also 1-foot steps into the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Lots of areas for little kids to get hurt. The next morning I asked about the A/C. The front desk staff told me it wasn't their fault, because we had done a same-day booking on Hotwire... We left the hotel, even though we had paid for 2 nights. We moved to the Coco Palm Resort -- which was fantastic! It has a wonderful Creole theme with cheery Caribbean colours, painting and handcrafts, a magnificent pool, and great food.Comments [0]
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I'm an intranet consultant living in Nelson, BC. My company is One Intranets Inc. I'm the co-creator of ThoughtFarmer, social intranet software that powers enterprise intranets in Microsoft environments. I've been consulting on web and intranet projects since 1995 with a particular emphasis on interface design, information architecture and usability analysis.
I live with my wife, Gina, and our three children, Ana (age 7), Sam (age 5), and Reuben (age 1). Gina is my best friend and the absolute bestest wife a man could ever find. Ana is the most hospitable and intuitive 7-year old you'll ever meet. Sam accosts strangers on the street and engages them in deep conversation. Reuben walks from room to room and creates disasters, washing his hands in the toilet, lifting cats by the tail and eating things he finds in the kitchen garbage.
When I'm not working I'm playing with my family: golf, swimming, snorkeling, hockey, skiing and extreme travel. We're currently escaping winter with a 4-month stint in St. Lucia, West Indies.
