One Island – two countries. St. Martin is French and Sint Maarten is Dutch. The tour that Linda prearranged was of primarily the French side. There were the four of us and four other people in a van with the driver/guide. There were stops to see the local fauna (Iguana, Monkeys, Snakes), Seashells and the creatures that inhabit them (the conch is really ugly and slimy), the most popular beach (and a glimpse at the nude beach next to it) and several gorgeous views. The most popular spot on Sint Martin is the beach that just happens to be at the end of the airport runway. When large planes land they are seemingly within reach of upraised hands. The real fun is when a departing flight get into position for takeoff and fires its engines. The resulting blast whips up the water and hats, towels, and people get a bit wetter than they had anticipated. This included Linda and Dan. Previous to arriving here almost everyone in the van thought we wouldn’t want to stay more than 10 minutes. We all, however, enjoyed the scene, even though it was stupid.