adequate gyros in st. thomas, cafe au lait in dominica

I'm slowly getting back into the groove of ship life. Maybe it’s because I’m still getting used to the ship, but I get restless when I’m just in my cabin, lying around, watching tv. Playing guitar and reading helps if I can’t get off the ship, so I suppose it will force me to be productive—always a good thing. All I need to do is find an area to practice classical guitar in peace and I should be good.
I’ve heard good things about bits of the itinerary, but I think this contract will be a good one to just save up money, since Europe will likely take a decent cut of my bank account (stupid euro….). In a coffee shop in Dominica right now…I think I’ll call this place home every time we stop by here.
Yesterday at the sail away from St. Thomas the band met an individual named Bob. Bob was singing. Bob was dancing. Bob was (naturally) drunk. At one point this loud yet kind-hearted individual got at the microphone and talked about his wife—how she was the best thing that’s ever happened to him, how she’s given so much and never asked the same in return…very sweet of him. After our singer wrestled the mic away from Bob (who was in the middle of a sudden, inspired dirty joke), we played “Lady in Red,” and Bob got down on his knee and asked his wife to slow dance. Cheesy, perhaps (his wife is a redhead), but sweet nonetheless, but at the end of the tune Mrs. Bob threw him in the pool. I come to find out later that, as a gesture of thanks, Bob bought the band a case of beer.
So…I’m happy here.