“Do you have to get back on the road?”

“No, not until about 9:00.”

“Can we stop at the beach?”

“No problem.”




It was close to 6:30 and I hadn’t had a red stripe all day!! Not to mention I heard that sausage calling my name all the way from the jerk center. Can’t ignore that! My visits to Boston Beach are mostly just to chill. Chill, drink, people watch and think. The bar below wasn’t playing music to I hooked my player into the speaker and pushed play.

I like swimming here (water shoes are encouraged). The waves are active enough to be fun, but not too strong you fear being carried away. This is where surfers train and practice for the big surfing competition in St. Thomas.

One time a hefty-sized gentleman offered to teach me to surf. I thought he was joking…about being a trainer that is…so I giggled. He pulled the free lesson offer off the table and departed. Later that afternoon I saw him on a board being carried back to shore by a medium swollen wave. He was good. Surfers do come in plus-size!! I had no intentions of getting on a surf board, but might have been nice just to float way out there and chat. Oh well…my loss.