Picking up the trail

Here they were, just last year, poolside, trying to seal the deal for their new film. We knew the place. A land of relaxation, amazing beverages and oh so peaceful. But first we had to get there.  We hopped a plane from Philly to St. Maarten and then a little puddle jumper to St. Barths. Where all the beautiful people are. Woody and Buzz would melt right in this high flying crowd.

We felt rather safe as there were 3 pilots on board and we were the only passengers. I tried to converse with them in my limited french. Asking if they had seen Buzz and Woody. They just smiled and said,
"Vous francais es terrible!!! Parlez vous la englaise."  then in English," before you butcher our language anymore." actually the crew was quite nice. And asked if we had arranged for our private flight?

No one else was on board but us.

Touched down and we didn't end in St. Jean's beach : )  We were off and hunting for clues.

We knew we had made the right decision to come to St. Barths.

We drove to our villa and decided we needed a plan. We know there here. But just exactly where were they?

One of the many spectacular views from the villa.

We asked around the pool? Have you seen Buzz and Woody? My lizard is worse than my french and so he just wandered away.

dusk was coming way too soon.
but oh the view was incredible. I wondered, how am I ever going to convince the boys to come back to Hershey, where the snow had just melted?

The moon was just  a sliver, as Peter and I had a glass of wine,

We headed to bed listening to the sound of birds and having cool breezes waft through the windows. Okay maybe we didn't have the windows open at night but the a/c was on and it was cool :  )