HELLO WENDY

Mark takes the dingy in to every island and goes for a morning jog.  This morning he ran 8 miles of the coastline stretching across St. Thomas' Charlotte Amalie and came back to report to the kids that he had passed by a Wendy's restaurant.  The kids were pretty stoked.  After Sev has been to spanish grocery stores where little english was spoken and a handful of shops where the island accent is so thick as to render it a non-english classification, he and the other two were stoked to hear about a familiar and American sounding fast food joint.

So we motored the dingy in to shore, risking life and limb as the wind is still blowing hard and throwing up the seas.  But our brave deckhands were eager for a burger.

Ordering was a little tricky despite the menu and speakers all being english.  The accent once again prevented the kid's ability to understand when the order was read back. I have to remind them that "tree" is "three". They just open their eyes wider and nod in agreement to anything that is said.   

Soon after, we found wi-fi at the Bad Coffee Shop (I mentioned in the previous post), procured the secret password, and now sit here digesting a Wendy's Baconator ("BUH-CON-UH-DOOR" as a Reed would say) and uploading photos to the blog.

While here, I had plenty of time to 'pay it forward' by passing on the coveted wi-fi password to the newcomers.  YES, I've been here so long making sure to keep far away mamas updated with blog posts that I have become a local now.

You're welcome.

Meanwhile the boys have found plenty of trouble on the docs while they wait for the slow process of uploading all these pics.

So far they found a RUM shop and inquired about the prices (why I do not know).  They were shocked to find the bottles started at four grand and returned to tell us.  Then they inquired about watches at the Gucci store and were even more shocked at the prices there.  They are now off to discover who owns the gigantic yacht named "Just J's".  It is a massive vessel that stands three or four stories high and its decks have clusters of uniform wearing deckhands. This has peaked the boys interest.  I've got three more pics to upload so it should give them something to do.  Perhaps they can ask the owner if they can fetch him some rum and a watch...

This doc is too posh for our little crew so I shall end here and tear myself from the bootlegged wi-fi so we can get our crew safely back on our little boat so the "tree" of them will cause less trouble.