Yellow brick road
That is to say - I am home.
After three weeks of adventure, sunbathing and shopping, I'm actually rather glad to be sitting on my beloved black chair again. I want to go sleep so I'm going to try and keep this short, so...
First week:
Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Isles
I've been here for a week as well last year. Parents only repeat places they really love so I didn't mind going back here at all. The BVI have the prettiest beaches I've ever seen, and that is saying a lot - I've been to the Seyschelles, which in my mind is paradise on Earth. We stayed at the same hotel and in a similar room, though we didn't spend every day lounging about in the sun. First we took the boat to Mountain Trunk Bay, or, how I call it, Jellyfish Hell. It's mom's favourite beach with corals to snorkel around and it always has dozens of pellicans flying around and diving to eat around us. I had another bad experience, a year after having been traumatized by being trapped between the rocks and three jellyfish, but I'm over it. The other days we took a boat to Spring Bay, which wasn't as pretty as the others, and then on one day we went on a day-long boat trip to various snorkeling spots. We went to Norman Island, where Treasure Island is set (the book), and I saw little squids! They're so adorable, seriously, much more adorable than the big-ass sea turtle that I nearly stepped on. And the barracuda, but they just go past you with their teeth sticking out like bulldogs. We ate at Willie's that day, a ship-restaurant, which is awesome. Rest of the week was spent at the beach.
Two days:
St Maarten
Best. Two days. Ever.
We got to St Maarten a few hours after they issued a hurricane alert. We bypassed SO many natural disasters that we weren't worried - if we dodged the tsunami back in '06, nothing could stop us. The hotel management was hysterical though (the manager looked like Robert Redford in his young days, hm~) and they said they wanted us and everyone to leave. We didn't though. Soon enough they started sending warnings that they were going to close the hurricane blinders and take down the TV antennae blah blah blah. We rented a jeep and drove around the island, which is beautiful, and mom's cellphone broke and we had to go buy a new one (FINALLY). Then we decided to leave a day earlier in case the hurricane did hit (we had the boat trip scheduled for Wednesday, when it was supposed to hit the island, talk about bad luck).
Second (full) week:
St Barthelemy (St Barth)
I really wanted to go to St Barth because it was so famous for being a chic hot spot for celebrities and such. I mean if rich people like it, why shouldn't I? Turns out we had a villa instead of the room, two small houses with a private pool and chairs and outside living area in-between. Best hotel room I ever had. Mom and dad stayed in the separate house while I got the main house all to myself for a week~ They went to the beach every day and I sunbathed at the pool. One of the best weeks I ever had and the only reason I wanted to leave was to go to New York.
Third week:
New York City
I LOVE NEW YORK.
I LOVE THIS STUPID CITY MORE THAN I LOVE LONDON.
I swear if I don't buy an apartment here SOMEDAY in my life, it'll all be worth nothing. Now I even know where I want to get my house - in the Meatpacking district. It's so wonderful, the houses are all GORGEOUS and I'm regretting not visiting this part of the city last year. Mom and dad constantly let me run around the Upper East Side on my own so I got some private time. We also did a HUGE amount of shopping (believe me, huge, like Everest huge). As for culture, we went to the American Museum of Natural History (I SAW THE FREAKING T-REX SKELETON FROM JURASSIC PARK: http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/9364/sdc12168u.jpg ), The Frick Collection (in which I fell in love with a painter and have now decided him to be my utmost favourite - Fragonard) and The Guggenheim Museum, though the exhibitions were all closed for renovation. I took some pictures of the building which, in my opinion, is worth going there for. We went to see a very confusing play called A Perfect Crime... But we also went to see a wonderful musical, probably one of the BEST things I've ever seen, called South Pacific. It's based on Michener's book Tales of the South Pacific and the score is by Rodgers & Hammerstein, the guys who did Sound of Music, etc. It's so wonderful and we were on the front row. FRONT ROW. CENTER SEATS. And the orchestra violinist winked at me three times in the finale when we stood up clapping for them xD And he waved me goodbye when he stood up! So sweet Dx
I'm glad to be home though and my visit to NYC rekindled the flame inside of me of someday founding my own clothing brand with my designs. And I want it to be called Princess K. With a little crown over the K. Yes, I'm cheesy like that.
And now I'm going to bed~
After three weeks of adventure, sunbathing and shopping, I'm actually rather glad to be sitting on my beloved black chair again. I want to go sleep so I'm going to try and keep this short, so...
First week:
Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Isles
I've been here for a week as well last year. Parents only repeat places they really love so I didn't mind going back here at all. The BVI have the prettiest beaches I've ever seen, and that is saying a lot - I've been to the Seyschelles, which in my mind is paradise on Earth. We stayed at the same hotel and in a similar room, though we didn't spend every day lounging about in the sun. First we took the boat to Mountain Trunk Bay, or, how I call it, Jellyfish Hell. It's mom's favourite beach with corals to snorkel around and it always has dozens of pellicans flying around and diving to eat around us. I had another bad experience, a year after having been traumatized by being trapped between the rocks and three jellyfish, but I'm over it. The other days we took a boat to Spring Bay, which wasn't as pretty as the others, and then on one day we went on a day-long boat trip to various snorkeling spots. We went to Norman Island, where Treasure Island is set (the book), and I saw little squids! They're so adorable, seriously, much more adorable than the big-ass sea turtle that I nearly stepped on. And the barracuda, but they just go past you with their teeth sticking out like bulldogs. We ate at Willie's that day, a ship-restaurant, which is awesome. Rest of the week was spent at the beach.
Two days:
St Maarten
Best. Two days. Ever.
We got to St Maarten a few hours after they issued a hurricane alert. We bypassed SO many natural disasters that we weren't worried - if we dodged the tsunami back in '06, nothing could stop us. The hotel management was hysterical though (the manager looked like Robert Redford in his young days, hm~) and they said they wanted us and everyone to leave. We didn't though. Soon enough they started sending warnings that they were going to close the hurricane blinders and take down the TV antennae blah blah blah. We rented a jeep and drove around the island, which is beautiful, and mom's cellphone broke and we had to go buy a new one (FINALLY). Then we decided to leave a day earlier in case the hurricane did hit (we had the boat trip scheduled for Wednesday, when it was supposed to hit the island, talk about bad luck).
Second (full) week:
St Barthelemy (St Barth)
I really wanted to go to St Barth because it was so famous for being a chic hot spot for celebrities and such. I mean if rich people like it, why shouldn't I? Turns out we had a villa instead of the room, two small houses with a private pool and chairs and outside living area in-between. Best hotel room I ever had. Mom and dad stayed in the separate house while I got the main house all to myself for a week~ They went to the beach every day and I sunbathed at the pool. One of the best weeks I ever had and the only reason I wanted to leave was to go to New York.
Third week:
New York City
I LOVE NEW YORK.
I LOVE THIS STUPID CITY MORE THAN I LOVE LONDON.
I swear if I don't buy an apartment here SOMEDAY in my life, it'll all be worth nothing. Now I even know where I want to get my house - in the Meatpacking district. It's so wonderful, the houses are all GORGEOUS and I'm regretting not visiting this part of the city last year. Mom and dad constantly let me run around the Upper East Side on my own so I got some private time. We also did a HUGE amount of shopping (believe me, huge, like Everest huge). As for culture, we went to the American Museum of Natural History (I SAW THE FREAKING T-REX SKELETON FROM JURASSIC PARK: http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/9364/sdc12168u.jpg ), The Frick Collection (in which I fell in love with a painter and have now decided him to be my utmost favourite - Fragonard) and The Guggenheim Museum, though the exhibitions were all closed for renovation. I took some pictures of the building which, in my opinion, is worth going there for. We went to see a very confusing play called A Perfect Crime... But we also went to see a wonderful musical, probably one of the BEST things I've ever seen, called South Pacific. It's based on Michener's book Tales of the South Pacific and the score is by Rodgers & Hammerstein, the guys who did Sound of Music, etc. It's so wonderful and we were on the front row. FRONT ROW. CENTER SEATS. And the orchestra violinist winked at me three times in the finale when we stood up clapping for them xD And he waved me goodbye when he stood up! So sweet Dx
I'm glad to be home though and my visit to NYC rekindled the flame inside of me of someday founding my own clothing brand with my designs. And I want it to be called Princess K. With a little crown over the K. Yes, I'm cheesy like that.
And now I'm going to bed~