Now I have always wondered what the difference between St Maarten and Saint Martin. Saint Martin is the French side and St Maarten is the Dutch side. I found this article, which I thought was interesting:
Saint Martin is known as “the friendly island,” a Caribbean paradise amiably split between the French side (Saint Martin) and the Dutch side (Sint Maarten) since 1648. There’s no border patrol, customs, or fences between the two independently governed territories. The two sides say they’re friends, but after 366 years of being neighbors, don’t doubt for a minute that each part of the island has a few things it would like to say about the other one. Both the French and the Dutch are convinced that their portion of the island is really the best place to visit, live, and play. So here’s a smackdown of what each side of Saint Martin would say about each other if they weren’t quite so friendly.
St Martin:
The French side of Saint Martin is what island life is all about: a laid-back attitude, fine food, pristine beaches, unspoiled nature, and an appreciation for the finer things in life. There’s no need for the cruise ships, casinos, and nightclubs of the Vegas-meets-Caribbean Dutch side of the island. We have culture, nature, French and local cuisine, outdoor fun, and, oh yes, topless beaches. Want McDonald’s and soulless time shares? Go to St. Maarten, or just stay home. If you want to experience a unique taste of France flavored with some hot Caribbean spice, come to Saint Martin.
So obviously this article was wrote by someone that lives on the Saint Martin side.
This was another day that the ship pulled in by 7am. However, since this is also a place that we had actually "booked" something for the day, we still didn't have to be up early and wasn't supposed to be at our meeting spot until 8:30am.
Once again, up at 6:45am and got the crew together, made my obligatory phone call to Kendra's room to tell her to get moving. We headed to breakfast and obviously we ate the same thing and I didn't feel the need to repeat a photo, therefore I didn't take one.
Around 7:40am, Kendra came strolling up to the buffet and once again, I gave the "you're late" mom look and told her I was heading to my room early because our room steward had collected our wet beach towels the day before and did not give us clean ones.
I headed back to the room and for the first time, I was unable to find our room steward roaming the halls. So, I called housekeeping and told them our towels had not been replaced and we needed some so that we could get off the ship. I did mention that we had a tour planned and needed to get there to meet them (hoping they would rush the towels and hear the urgency in my voice). That didn't work. You know you've waited too long when Kendra is able to scarf down breakfast, go to her room to pick up her bags and meet me at my room and is waiting too.