Happy New Year!



The bands appreciated the "incense" that drifted up on stage.

 Jan.1, 2011

   Hey!  We survived the “Old Year’s Party” at Foxy’s and can report that although it was an evening filled with lively fun, it was not as crazy as anticipated.   Great Harbor’s entire beachfront was lined with vendors of every sort with most selling food or drinks…  BBQ, rotis, jerk, beers, rum, rum, and more rum. Every other booth had its own boom box blasting tunes and patrons couldn’t help but gyrate to the beat.  The main entertainment was behind Foxy’s where we saw a few great bands perform a mix of reggae, rock, folk, socca, and hiphop. 

   The only weirdness we encountered was around 1:30 am while waiting to secure a cab to return to our boat in Diamond Cay.  A short man with a thick Italian accent came up to us and gave Dan and me each a big hug and kiss wishing us, “Happy New Year.”  I passed him off as just another happy drunk, but when the cab arrived I realized that he would be getting into the cab and sitting next to ME.  I scooted as close as I could to Dan, but the guy was Italian and you know how they talk with their hands… Alesandro was from Italy, but was now living on the island of Guadeloupe… worked as a chef on a megayacht based in St.Martin… his wife’s name was Rose and so was his dear mother’s name… he loves to make spaghetti olive olio  with fresh parsley…  The cab ride back was all downhill, so it was relatively short, but not short enough for me.