We've put on a few miles since Steve last blogged about his elbow. (It's healing well, still very sore if hit in just the right spot, but he's taking it easy and it should continue to improve. Thanks to all of you for your concern and good wishes.) 
We ended up doing a 'Humanitarian Run' from Martinique back to Rodney Bay in St Lucia. Our friends, Anne and Chris on Mr Mac, were there and were out of wine!  There they were, slaving away writing, editing, together, on a boat and no wine for Anne at the end of the day. It was an emergency of the highest priority because as Chris pointed out, "The Red Cross won't deliver alcohol". We did what any cruiser worth his rum would do: bought 2 cases of white, checked out of Customs and headed south.  Steve caught a beautiful Mahi on the way, which Chris cleaned for us after our arrival, so we had fresh Mahi to go with some of that wine. It was great to catch up with Anne and Chris and be able to celebrate the book contract that Chris had just signed.  As usual, we had lots of Anne's wonderful cooking (lamb roti's anyone?) , and the kind of good conversation you can have with old friends over an evening of great food and drink.
We're currently on a mooring in Isles des Saintes, a group of islands on the south end of Guadeloupe. Les Saints, as they're called, are picture perfect islands.  Beautiful beaches, old forts to hike to and explore, deep blue water, and of course, great bread.

The Observation Tower.

Steve on the not really great ladder to the top.

Iles Des Saintes from the Observation Tower.

 I could tell I'd eaten too many baguettes in the last 2 months when we hiked to the Observation Tower the other day.  It's 1000 feet up.  I'm a North Dakota girl, so when the guide says there is a road most of the way up, I never think it'll be too steep.  I forget that they don't worry about snow and ice here and as so long as the concrete sets before it slumps down the hill, they can make a road anywhere.  Nothing like a 45 degree walk uphill for a couple of miles.  The view was worth the effort when I finally gasped my way to the top of the rusty ladder in the tower. There was a spectacular 360 degree view, from Dominica in the south, to Guadeloupe in the north.  The tower was originally used by the French to keep watch for the sneaky British navy back in the 1600's, and