Sailing the Windward Islands

From our boat we could see a ship onshore(See picture). It's not really a ship it is actually a doctor's office. Off to shore for another dinner in Les Saintes. Last time Phil and I were here we learned a lesson in reservations. The only place a week ago that would have us for dinner was the art gallery. With Debra aboard we thought it would be a place that she would like. Phil went over to make a reservation. They were already full, or they remembered us from last time and thought it be better if they said no. There was this other place that I wanted to go when we we here a week ago, but wasn't right then. But maybe tonight it might be the right place. Phil wanted to be sure that the steak on the menu was going to be thick. We went in and talked the the owner. Of course no English, but we tried to communicate. The steak on the menu was 'piece du boeuf'. To me it was piece of beef. But Phil was trying to find out what kind of beef. He raised his hand and with two fingers tried to measure the thickness of the beef. The owner reacted similar and raised her hand with her fingers space apart for the thickness of the steak. At first we thought success on a thick steak. But we soon realized that she was just matching our motions. Phil joked that she was measuring the amount of rum she was drinking. After a few more tries, we felt confident that our message was received. Beside of the thickness of steak, we also tried to make dinner reservations. "Je voudrais rentenir une table" or something like that. She starts counting in English. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight" Eight! How about eight? We realized that she was doing what we do in Mexico. "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho". Well 8 o'clock is late for this us. "Non". So she went through the the same English numbers "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven" Seven! How about seven? "Okay". Done! Reservation for trois at 7:00pm. Of course while Phil and I are trying to make reservations in French, Debra is ahead of us on the street shopping. If you walk down the street and check in every shop, you will find Debra eventually. I'm actually impressed that Debra did not find something to buy in the shops in Terre De Haute! Done with shopping there is time for a cocktail before dinner. There is only one place that was perfect, Sole Mio. They were so nice to us the night before. Debra teased him about the Wifi(again), but he remembered us and gave us a table for drinks. He was proud of the English he knew and blew off his English speaking waitress. He remembered our drink order from the night before. This night had a spectacular sunset. The owner brought his camera out to show us the pictures that he has taken. They were quite outstanding. With the sunset over and dinner time, we moved to the restaurant. Even through I was impressed by the front room of the restaurant, the back room was fun too. With two levels, we had a table on the upper level. When we first sat down, Phil got a disclaimer(in French) not to push his chair too far because might go over the stairs. We had a better plan, to move the table away from the stairs to stop Phil from 'accidentally' falling down the stairs. Time to order. Wine first, of course and then main courses. But I had a trick up my sleeve. I saw on the bar that there was a drink special called "Isla Toile". Which is also the name of the restaurant. I tried to order it, but the waitress didn't understand what I wanted. So I went with her to the bar. When I read the sign again, I realized that the sign was saying the "Isla Toile" special was 'le sangette". So again I was trying to buy the restaurant instead of a glass of Sangria! Dinner was good and time to go home.