(Grace with her snorkeling certificate)Saturday was a busy day.. We headed back to the Donkey Diner for a final breakfast (omelettes, pancakes).. and on the way down the hill into Coral Bay we came across some donkeys on the side of the road. We had been driving around with a bag of carrots for the donkeys so we pulled off to the side and fed them.. boy were they excited!
(note: the locals don't want you to feed the donkeys because they say it makes them aggressive, but how can you resist? they are too cute!) Our breakfast was delicious.. I even read in the local paper that the Donkey Diner is for sale.. hmmm..food for thought ;)Afterwards we had to vacuum out the Jeep as the rental company wanted it returned sans sand!? Luckily Jan let us use her vacuum because they don't have car wash places with industrial vacuums like we have in the states.. We loaded up our stuff and headed into Cruz Bay to catch the 1:15 ferry to St. Thomas (pic of Grace taking a nap while waiting for the ferry).
When we got to Charlotte Amalie we decided to hoof it up the hill will all our stuff (to save a $20 cab fare) and checked back into the Bunker Hill Hotel.. This time they put us on the TOP floor.. (note- no elevators.. LOTS of heavy bags).. by the time we got to our room we were hot and sweaty.. We cranked the AC and headed out to explore St. Thomas. I had promised Grace a trip to The Butterfly Farm which is near the cruise ship dock (at least 30 min walk) and Becky headed out to shop (and convince herself she didn't need a $2000 watch).. We made it to the Butterfly farm in time for the last 'tour'.. and Grace LOVED it.. it was pretty cool. Even I learned a lot about butterflies. Like, they spend most of their time drunk. (really!) Grace will tell you that "Butterflies eat rotten bananas".. 
We took a cab back into town (since the walk there was equivalent to what my sister would call "A Death March"..)
and met back up with Becky at the hotel. Our cab driver was a true Rastafarian and Grace asked "Why is he wearing that funny hat?" We ate authentic Caribbean food at Cuzzins for our last meal together on vacation.. and we drank "Painkillers" (I should have been drinking these instead of Pina Coladas the whole time..yummy)..Then we all fell asleep before 10. Becky had an early flight out on Sunday.. Grace and I had time to eat the free breakfast at the hotel- we even saw Becky's plane take off over the bay. And while we were waiting for our taxi we finally spotted an Iguana right across the street from the hotel!.
. At the airport we ran into Park Ranger Laurel and her 3 yr old son Dennis. The kids watched some "Max and Lucy" on their DVD player.. Our long day of flying was unremarkable (thank goodness).. We flew to JFK, then had a 2 hour layover, and flew to LAX.. We got on the airport shuttle to the Embassy Suites, checked in about 11:15pm (3:15AM St. Thomas time).. and crashed on their pillow-top bed..(after we ordered room service- PB&J and cookies and milk..).. At 5AM Grace woke up realizing she forgot to put her pull-up on.. luckily she hadn't wet the bed.. and the phone rang (wrong number).. So then we were up and although I tried to get her to sleep a little bit longer, jet lag prevailed.. We enjoyed the complimentary breakfast and hung out in the hot tub before heading back to LAX, and finally made it back home safely last night..
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