And here is an example of some of the zany Christmas decorations in this beach town. This one is clearly aimed at confusing children. Yes, there's a nativity scene, which I didn't capture very well, and as usual, the Three Wise Mariachi Men have come to play, but this time, something different: yes, that's a pig on a spit. This is so blatantly not Kosher. And no, this was not in front of a restaurant, but a hotel. (Old San Juan is nothing like this. It's an historical district, very traditiional.)
Oh, and we stayed at The Water Beach Hotel, a place so hip that I feared we might be kicked out. It's a small place that takes advantage of every inch it owns, and the decor is nothing like I've seen before. For one thing, there's lots of black light. The hallways are dark, but not to worry, the room numbers glow! The elevator is clear glass, and since there's nothing to see, a waterfall-type gizmo is there to entertain you.
Above, the eerie blue room in which we stayed, and below, the waterfall elevator. Interesting, and we're not even on the cruise, yet.
And, while we were eating dinner at some simple, nearby place, I missed the Santa parade again. Yes, Santa comes screaming down the street on a Coca-Cola truck, a very loud affair, and once again, I did not have my camera ready. Someday.
There's Mike, on St. Kitts. I have no pictures of our first stop on St. Croix because it rained cats and dogs, but the next day was gorgeous.
By the way, in St. Thomas, you can get ticketed for driving without a shirt. If you are pulled over by a cop for this reason, the friendly officer might hold your beer while you dish out your license. Yeah, I wouldn't drive there, either.
And then, we had to come home. To snow. The End.