Massages and Shopping

Tuesday, we had a masseuse coming to give us massages at our villa. Talk about luxury. :-) She set up her table in the middle of our big open veranda facing the water, and there was a nice breeze coming in that morning. It was paradise – way better than getting a massage in a spa. Authentic ocean air and waves crashing take the cake. We wanted to do our massages at the same time, but that wasn't logistically possible. I went first, and when she was done, I was so relaxed that I could hardly get down from her table. It felt GREAT. Tom had never had a massage and wasn't as excited about it as I was. He said it was alright (I don't get it). If I were rich, I'd get a massage (and a spray tan) every week.

The weather wasn't great on Tuesday, so we decided to skip the beaches and go to Soper's Hole and Road Town for some shopping. The shopping also wasn't that great – the BVI are less tourist-centric than the USVI, so it makes sense that they wouldn't have as many shops. Soper's Hole was pretty depressing – all of the souvenir stores just had really cheap stuff that looked like you could buy it at a gas station – the tacky shot glasses and ash trays sort of stuff. In Road Town, we found a pretty neat store called Sunny Carribee. They had local spices & jellies, jewelry, and all kinds of art by local artists. Tom and I bought a painting for ourselves – our first piece of real art! We also got something for his parents. We looked around a little more and then headed back to the west end (with a quick stop at the SUPERETTE – Tom has been saying that word nonstop, so we stopped there just so he can say he's been to one... but we did also need some groceries). We picked up the final ingredients for spaghetti and went home.

Back at the villa, we decided to try our hands at mixing up some island drinks. We had various ingredients (alcoholic and not) with which to mix... Tom made the first drink and we named it “Tomtola.” It was pretty delicious. We called his second drink “Dirt Pond” after the brown pond of water we can see from our villa. It was pretty good, but not as good as the Tomtolas. My drink was named “Mella Luna,” and it was, like Tomtolas, pretty delicious. We sat out on our veranda drinking and talking, and we had had about four of these little mixed drinks when we figured we should probably get started on dinner. We cooked spaghetti and garlic bread (and I've got a nice new burn on my right wrist to show for it). It was a great dinner out on our veranda, and since we'd had so much to drink and had a full dinner, we were sleepy and went to bed early.