For those of you that haven’t been to St. Maarten, it’s a pretty unique island - half French and half Dutch. The border is open, so you can go from one side of the island to the other without having to go through Customs, which makes it easy for tourists like us to get around. Both sides have a distinct character of their own, so we were looking forward to exploring each end of the island.
We hopped on a quick 45 minute flight from St. Thomas to St. Maarten the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and checked into our hotel on the Dutch side in an area called Maho. As we checked out the area, we took note of the restaurants, bars and the casino that were within a block of our hotel. We kicked off the night at a piano bar called Saprano’s. It was a happening place and we had a good time listening to some live music, but we had our sights set on the casino. So, after we had heard enough Elton John and Billy Joel cover songs, we headed off to the Black Jack tables where I proceeded to lose most of my money, the rest of which I put into the video poker machine only to (more slowly) lose more.
The next day was Thanksgiving. We rented a car and drove out to the French side of the island toward our final destination, Orient Beach. We noticed that this side of the island was much less Americanized than the Dutch side. Rather than offering flashy casinos and hotels, the French side was much more European. There were French bakeries and small French cafes along the way. But, I have to say that the most French aspect of the whole experience was the nude beach that we walked through when we reached Orient Beach.
I have never been to a nude beach before, so I was curious to see how it worked. I don’t know what I was expecting, but frankly, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. The beach was loaded with naked people of all shapes and sizes lounging around on their recliners, baking in the sun. Like a bad car accident, I couldn't stop looking at these people. Some of them were relaxed and relatively tasteful in the way they displayed themselves, others were seemingly flashing me, and at times I felt a bit violated by their stance. Either way, nothing could have reinforced my notion that humans simply aren’t good looking creatures more than walking along this beach. We quickly made our way to the other side of the beach where tops were optional, but bottoms were required. It was a good compromise, and I felt much more comfortable.
When we were done relaxing at the beach we made our way back to the hotel to clean up before dinner. Since this island isn’t American, there weren’t a lot of options to find a good turkey dinner, so we settled on an Italian restaurant where I ended up having the best lasagna I’ve ever had, drank some delicious wine and simply enjoyed spending some quality time with my boyfriend. We then proceeded to follow our routine from the prior night by hitting up the piano bar before continuing on to the Black Jack tables where I ended up winning enough dough to make up for the previous night’s disaster.
We spent the rest of the weekend checking out other areas of the island, shopping, gambling, eating and relaxing by the hotel pool. My favorite area of the island was Grand Case on the French side. It had a quaint, quiet, European feel to it, and it was full of restaurants and shops. Upon arriving in Grand Case, we took the time to review the menus of several enticing restaurants before deciding on Ls’ Auberge Gourmande where we had one of the best meal we’ve had since we moved to the Caribbean.
|Kevin and I in Grand Case at Ls' Auberge Gourmande|