Guadeloupe, 11/14/1937
And now it is again very busy. Peter got presented to the president of the yacht club yesterday morning. In the afternoon, “Restmore” was towed to the yacht club where we enjoy conveniences, shower, toilet and extension cord from the clubs electrical outfited with a bulb in the cockpit. The cabin and the galley has an electric fan installed. Yesterday evening we enjoyed a little car trip with the president and this morning we sailed with a nice little motorboat to a beach. We went swimming and afterwards we had a famous big French breakfast. Do you want to hear the menu? hor’d’oeuvres made from liver sausage, heart of palm salad and some kind of small lobster, fried fish, stuffed with cabbage, chicken salad, cheese, cream with cookies and ice cream. This evening it was just barely that we could squeeze down a cup of tea. The governor, a colored man, ate breakfast there also. Peter was introduced and tomorrow at 5:30 he will honor the “Restmore” with a visit. The preparations are going to be big, the children have to be washed an extra time behind the ears. For that reason, Lars will probably wish the black governor far away. We are going to borrow from a yachtsman a governor’s flag and a sailor who will raise the flag when the governor steps aboard. Who is going to take care of the shooting? I really don’t know. But maybe Musen in the sacred moment will place us off on the potty. We hope for the best. So it is of course a question mark at what time we are finished with the celebration, but at any rate the plans are our next harbor shall be St. Thomas and we stay there over Christmas. I have written to Frederik to sew us a new mainsail to be sent to St. Thomas and I hope that you both are well and enjoy your fine rabbits and so we send you both our best greetings from
yours sincerely Lars, Anna, Peter, Else.
P.S. The governor’s visit is over and everything went fine. The governor who was very fat and very black stood up with a glass of Madeira to say a couple of nice words and he reached with his head almost up to the hatch (skylight) so Lars who was sitting outside of the cabin roof and looking down the skylight got an opportunity to put his little finger into the wooly hair which was very thick so I hope the governor thought it was a fly.