Maurette's Adventures

These last days I have been driving all over the place on work business. Usually a very pleasant time as outside is way better than inside as you all will agree... except for yesterday. The day started out real nice. Overcast but still warm. It's never cold here but you understand that I am setting the scene. Anyway so we are driving around checking out Census stickers on the houses, the rain is coming down in sheets but we don't care as we are enjoying a set of oldies but goodies on the radio. Whitney Houston is singing about how children are our future and we are right there along with her. How can we disagree, we are children ourselves. At some point the road starts going up. No problems because this is St. Maarten, there are hills everywhere. I'm sitting in the passenger seat and enjoying myself thoroughly ... I believe the children are out future, teach them well and let them lead the way ... show them all the beauty they possess insiiiiide.. give them a sense of prid...

It is going to be one of those again where I let the thoughts roll without any clue what is going to come out of my fingers. My weekend was pretty non-adventurous. No partying no movies nothing. Although flirting with the movie manager is quite entertaining, I still didn't feel like paying $6,75 for anything that was playing right now so what would be my reason for hanging out at the Megaplex? So which one of you have ever taken a picture of their own noonchie? Well darn. I guess that is what I am talking about today. I tried to do it because I wanted to know what it looks like when someone else is looking at it. Trying is the important word in that sentence since I couldn't get it done. The picture kept coming out black. Now is that because it is really dark down there or was I constantly taking a picture of my black dress? I don't know because after three tries it just felt silly so I stopped. And now besides feeling silly I am wondering if I just lost my mind completel...

I learn something new everyday.Or I should say I learn a new word everyday. The one that I just love is Mele. It actually has a life on its own. You can talk mele, you can pung the mele and you can be melocious. It basically means you are gossiping. If you are melocious, you are being a gossip. Don't you find it a wonderful word to be called? I would take melocious above a gossip any day. It sounds like capricious or vivacious. A fun type of gossiping. Although I'm in St. Maarten so I understand the tendency to be melocious. For example, how can I stop from paying close attention to the story of a family where the son got shot which prompted the other son to take revenge by shooting who he claimed was the shooter. There is a warrant out for his arrest. Now this family was on a night out with a couple. This particular couple was out with the son of the gentleman. You understand that this child was not the son of the woman. His mother was actually in new York on a business trip....

Tuesday was the last day of Carnival. Me and my friend Jun went to watch it. We decided on a spot right on the roundabout before you get to the Carnival Village. Sitting there chatting away we notice a big police truck blocking the road to go up Pondfill. Logical since that is the direction the jump-up was coming from. After a few minutes they were joined by an even bigger tow truck. By now they are blocking like three quarters of the road. All the cars are now riding a little bit on the roundabout to get through. Yes, don't be alarmed I am watching my toes. At some point this small white car comes along and decides that he is going to cut through this police car and the tow truck as he finds that for some reason he really must get on the blocked off road. Now I'm sitting there watching this fool. At first I thought he must have a valid reason to want to go there. Maybe he lives on that road and just wants to get through. I see him rolling down his window to say something to t...

Carnival is always end of April in St. Maarten. People have me believe that once you experience Carnival here, you won't want to miss it ever again. Carnival in Curacao .... naaaaahhh they all exclaim. Too many clothes and boring music. Now, you all know I love my little rock so of course that is not a good way to start with me. I LOVE Carnival time in Curacao. Months of preparation, the music, the parties, jump-ins and all kinds of craziness. All of this right after New year celebrations. Notice how I emphasize the months. This is of course exaggerated as Carnival all depends on Easter. But we always have at least a month. Not in St. Maarten. In St. Maarten it is always end of April and maybe two weeks ... ok three weeks at most. This year, lucky me, got to experience it for 1 week. Actually for one day because for most of it I was in Curacao. So I'll tell you about the things that I got to experience: the jump-ups. The jump-ups. I saw two of them and I will probably keep goi...