karakter/character

Dear Diary (just kidding)

I'm sitting in my favorite chair of the Sunset Café, overlooking the clear, turquoise sea, blogging away.

I was thinking how fortunate I was, knowing that my home and cats (see picture) and everything else were left in the capable hands of the lovely Mrs. J.

I met her for the first time when I moved into my new home in July last year. Since then she has been nothing but encouraging and supportive.

It just so happens that the son of Mrs. J. lives on St. Maarten and we met up with him and his girlfriend (+two friends of theirs) yesterday (we had brought a huge lump of cheese with us, which Mrs. J had bought at our local farm in Holland, to give to son & co.)

They decided that us just handing over this cheese to them wasn't good enough and we ended up spending most of the day together.

The cheese was smiled at, admired then placed, with tender care, in a bag, covered with tons of icecubes and travelled with us, without ever being left out of sight. Good call Mrs. J.!
We had sun, we had heavy rain, we braved the waves and were then driven around the island to a cool place (an old bus, turned into a bar/restaurant called karakter) on the beach where we enjoyed some good food. And, as if it wasn't enough, they decided to drive us all the way back to our hotel. It was a great day and we spent it with some great people.

(picture of bus-café-restaurant, taken by Eric)