The rains came. They started in the night, and by the time we docked at St. Thomas they were steady and thick. Regardless, tourists streamed off the cruise ship in part because St. Thomas is known for its jewelry shops and the great bargains found within. I know. I’ve left more than a dollar or two in those shops on other occasions.
Earl and I donned raincoats and took a taxi-bus into town. As usual, he went to the Rolex shop and greeted the watch he should have purchased the first time we came here nine years ago. I tried to talk him into taking it home on this trip, but he would have none of it. When it comes to jewelry, his self-control is greater than mine.
In the afternoon we’d planned to visit Magan’s Bay for the first time, but the rain clouds continued to release what Earl called ‘liquid sun’. So we returned to the ship and spent the afternoon reading. We were both on deadlines: Earl because he wanted to finish the book he’d borrowed from the ship’s library before we disembarked, me because I am hooked on a most intriguing book and can’t put it down. The sooner I finish, the sooner I’ll be interested again in such cruise pursuits as hot tubs, afternoon tea, and maybe even Bingo.
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