Last week, two childhood friends, my partner and myself met up on the island of St. Maarten/St. Martin. My one friend, our host, has been coming to the island his entire 25 years of existence, so he knew exactly where to go. We went to the decadent Orient Beach one day, dined on escargot and duck confit that evening and were sipping champagne on the balcony overlooking the Caribbean by night's end. The next morning, my friend and I went for what I thought would be a pleasant run through the Maho beach neighborhood (by the airport). On our way back, I spotted a particularly scary looking feral dog (I am a huge dog lover but clearly this poor guy had never known human love). I tried my hardest to steer clear of the creature, but it did not take kindly to my appearance; it lunged at me and nipped at my ankles. I screamed bloody murder and picked up my pace, all while my friend was hysterically laughing at me. We had a few more beach days, and then had the fantastic opportunity to race on the 12 metre sailboats owned by my friend's good friends Colin and Jill. I was little "seasick" after staying out late the night before, but our captain and crew made it so much fun! What a great island - cannot wait to go back.