Let Her Eat Cake!
Myfamily believes in travel. My mother adores geography, and although I find itquite boring and stuffy, she loves long trips filled with luxurious white sandybeaches, crystal clear waves, and tours, tours, tours!
The scene: St.Maarten, a little island in the Caribbean shared by the French and the Dutch.When I was younger, we made two trips to St. Maarten. The second time, mybirthday fell during the trip. How glorious! In-between swimming with my littlebrother and trying to catch lizards on the veranda, I planned my birthday. It'snot like I had any friends with me, so my happiness lay with a great bigcustom-built cake. That's right, a custom cake.
My dad dragged me out ofthe surf and took me to the most gigantic grocery store I had ever seen. It wasmind-boggling for a little kid who's used to the local market.
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