Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Missing St. Martin
I am missing the peaceful calm of St. Martin. The waves gently lapping the sand. The distant bird calls. The warm breeze blowing. Instead, I hear jack hammers pounding. Buses backing up and applying their air breaks. Sirens, helicopters, and boat horns. 3 long blows means the boat is backing up. Oh, and also the blasting in the evenings. 1 blow of the horn=attention. 2=warning, 3=all clear. I can't wait until we are in our new home on the upper, upper East Side. I have a feeling it will be a bit calmer and quieter.