The Helen of the West Indies
On February 7th, I left the rough-and-tumble world of NYC for the peace and serenity of Saint Lucia along with a very good high-school friend of mine. We booked a 7-day stay at an all-inclusive resort near the northern tip of the island. The 7 days were filled with swimming, snorkeling, hiking, zip lining, eating, and just plain relaxing.
Some highlights:
-The trip only really got going when we were about an hour away from Saint Lucia, maybe about 30000 feet up in the air, when the flight attendant informed us that "the pilot has requested that you put on your seat belts. We have no more information at this time." This spooked everyone until the pilot came on and let it be known that "we've got a cracked windshield and that, while [he] believes that there is no structural damage to the plane, the company has requested that the flight be diverted to San Juan, Puerto Rico."
-After some back-and-forth between clueless AA and US Airways counter clerks who had a tough time using ancient airline booking systems, we spent almost a full day visiting Viejo San Juan. Puerto Rico is definitely worth another visit sometime in the future.
-Worrying about when to book a tennis court so that you don't miss your reservation at the restaurant by the sea, all the while making sure that you don't lose a spot on a Land&Sea excursion, is a worry I'd love to have every other day.
-Being the only two single people on a resort filled with mostly British families or married couples was not as awkward as it could have been.
-Peeing on a sea urchin sting is still the remedy of choice, it seems.
-A Brandy Alexander is my Peach Schnapps.
-The word of the week was most definitely "pressure cooker", especially when said in a thick and sexy Caribbean accent.
-Almost nothing beats lying on a beach chair and watching the waves come in and out.
Some highlights:
-The trip only really got going when we were about an hour away from Saint Lucia, maybe about 30000 feet up in the air, when the flight attendant informed us that "the pilot has requested that you put on your seat belts. We have no more information at this time." This spooked everyone until the pilot came on and let it be known that "we've got a cracked windshield and that, while [he] believes that there is no structural damage to the plane, the company has requested that the flight be diverted to San Juan, Puerto Rico."
-After some back-and-forth between clueless AA and US Airways counter clerks who had a tough time using ancient airline booking systems, we spent almost a full day visiting Viejo San Juan. Puerto Rico is definitely worth another visit sometime in the future.
-Worrying about when to book a tennis court so that you don't miss your reservation at the restaurant by the sea, all the while making sure that you don't lose a spot on a Land&Sea excursion, is a worry I'd love to have every other day.
-Being the only two single people on a resort filled with mostly British families or married couples was not as awkward as it could have been.
-Peeing on a sea urchin sting is still the remedy of choice, it seems.
-A Brandy Alexander is my Peach Schnapps.
-The word of the week was most definitely "pressure cooker", especially when said in a thick and sexy Caribbean accent.
-Almost nothing beats lying on a beach chair and watching the waves come in and out.