The open water crossing from the island of Guadeloupe to the small islands of Les Saintes was very rough, but we managed it.  Once past Les Saintes we had to cross the open water again to the island of Dominca.  That was not happening.  Way too rough, so we turned around and went back for the shelter of Les Saintes.

We attempted the crossing again the next day, but still too rough, so we spent a few days in Les Saintes waiting for better weather.  Les Saintes turned out to be a very nice place to hang out.

The dingy dock in Les Saintes.

The town was very quaint with nice pedestrian friendly streets.

The town church where we prayed for some much needed better weather.

Internet service is hit and miss in the Carribbean.  So when Teresa found this internet cafe, she let everyone know she was still alive.

Only the French would have foie gras and champagne available in remote islands like Les Saintes, so Teresa induldged.