Time was passing inexorably, and our moods worsened day by day at the thought of returning to Poland, which certainly had an impact on our little daughter. After several hours at sea, we arrived at the interesting island with two names, St. Maarten and St. Martin. Over 350 years ago, this island was divided between France and the Netherlands. We reached the port located a few hundred meters from the capital of the Dutch part, Philipsburg. Unfortunately, even though we were officially in the Netherlands, our mobile phones refused to switch to EU tariffs. The heat was brutal, Pia was terribly tired, and to make matters worse, we were in a bad mood. Despite our heroic efforts to encourage the exhausted little one to sleep, we completely failed. Moreover, the modern port somewhat resembled an amusement park, so as you can imagine, we decided to evacuate quickly towards a less commercialized area. We took advantage of a convenient ferry connection, and after a few minutes, we were in the pi...