What are the freakin Odds

When my niece Summer found out a few years ago that I was going to travel the islands, she said “oh you have to meet my uncle. He lives on a boat in the Caribbean, he might have great information for you”

When I decided to leave the Bahamas and go to St Maarten, my mom text me not to forget Summer’s uncle, he lives on St Maarten and she gave me his number.

We’ve been texting this morning. So..it turns out…when I was in St Thomas and I took the ferry to get to the small island with the first beach bar I visited, the shuttle driver that takes you to that beach bar from the ferry dock said to all of us. “Climb aboard, this shuttle goes to Dinghys Beach bar and it’s free, don’t try and talk me down” I thought that was funny, got on the shuttle tipped the guy and went to the beach. Guess who that guy was? Summers uncle! He lives there, not St Maarten!