December 22 2011
My dear friend Mic and I (people often compare us to a couple of characters from The Muppet Show – whatever do they mean?) went to the small town of Gustavia yesterday evening, just to stroll around, to do some people-watching and grab a bite to eat. I have always felt right at home in small towns, having being born and brought up in Danish Ringkobing, with a population of just under 4,000 people – and Gustavia is no different. Last night it was full of people and buzzing with energy, and we went straight to what we refer to as “the dirty corner”, a local little bar where drinks are cheap and always served with a smile.
We decided to try out a restaurant that I had never been to before – I couldn’t figure out why until we arrived, and the formality of an upscale cosmopolitan restaurant and a clientele which could only be categorised as bankers greeted us on the doorstep. Despite this leaving me in a slightly judgmental frame of mind, the restaurant turned out to be amazing. The food – minestrone and seafood spaghetti for both of us – was fantastic, as were the service and drinks.
After dinner we wound down for the evening at a nearby bar, where an American quartet were playing blues, a music genre I thoroughly enjoy. Even though the singer and band were brilliant and the ambience perfect, we decided to call it an early night, as I am giddy with excitement about my wife Marianne and daughter Amalie arriving on the island tomorrow. I really enjoy my own company, but enough is enough – I can’t wait for them to join me.