sunny and hot, temps 90's
Everyone here says, No Pressure, no problem. What a lovely philosophy. And it seems genuine.
had wonderful news from home!!! Our great friends Danny and Lucy, who run Brome Lake books in Knowlton, have been named Bookstore of the Month in Canada. Yay! And so well deserved.
Did Tell you we finally went scuba diving??? I qualified but Michael was hyperventilating. I think Malaika might have walked by. But we went off on the power boat with a bunch of scuba-ers and a bunch of snorklers - and went down. Michael, lovely man, stayed on the boat.
It was sublime - and a little scary. I kept saying to myself...breathe, and don't get cocky. Relax, enjoy, don't eff up.
the colours of the fish were amazing!!!!
Had dinner last night at Barefoot By the Sea - our table was right at the shoreline, with waves lapping a few feet away. under the stars, some tikki torches for light. It was...sublime.
No pressure, no problem.
But yesterday I forgot to put sunscreen on my face! I stayed in the shade all day - but I guess the swimming was enough...and the reflected sun. I now look like someone peeled me. Or I've done some so terribly embarassing I'm blushing. Indeed, I forgot the sunscreen - that's embarrassing. I glow. last night Malaika (our butler..or as Michael says...Mah-lyyyy- ka-ahhh)...said I no longer look like my passport photo and might not be allowed to return to Canada. I also glow in the dark. perhaps it wasn't the Tikki torch lighting our table, but my face.
Honestly, I'm not sure I even look human...but am evolving into a whole new species...very stupid, very lazy and very red.
God - can't imagine how this will look back in Sutton against the snow. My only hope is that it is deradfully cold and people think my face is frozen. Very cold and very hot look the same.
Off to watch the Super Bowl tonight. Our last night. Can't quite believe it.
What fun we've had!
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Friday, 5 February 2010
Having More Fun!
sunny, sizzling hot, temps into the 90's
We're having a blast! Desperately, wonderfully, blissfully hot today. Burned the bottom of our feet walking on the sand. Not badly, of course...but we're aware of our soles now.
Before breakfast we dropped by our beach chairs, to drop off our books, only to discover - someone had taken our chairs! Now, back in Canada people get into fights over parking spots, cheating spouces, crack cocaine.
Here it's beach chairs.
The code - we learned early - is if a chair has a beach towel on it, it is taken. If it has a book, it is seriously taken probably by someone close by. Now one of the major advantages to having a butler - 'our butler' - is that they reserve a priome lounge chair on the beach early in the morning. Before we've stirred.
In a blink we have become the entitled. The priviledged. Yes - THOSE snots who reserve beach chairs at 7am and don't sit in them until 10:30.
We have become people we would hate under any other circumstances...except being them. You see - situational ethics.
But instead of being annoyed we...called our butler. We figured maybe our butler could fight their butler. but instead, the wonderful Sabie simply found us other chairs.
it's funny - and we really do laugh about it - but seriously, beach chair theft is a high crime here. Fortunately there are more than enough chairs to go around.
Had fun in the hot tub the other evening asking Michael how to spell scrotum. Wasn't sure I'd spelled it correctly in the last blog, since it isn't a word I often use. He paused then asked in a small, but stern, voice...'Now, why do you want to spell scrotum?'
"I used it in the blog.'
there was a longer pause.
'Really?'
I relented after an excrutiating moment when all sorts of possibilities whizzed through his mind - and explained it was a quote. He seemed relieved.
We are definitely having a great time...and doing what I promised myself to start doing...have more fun.
This qualifies.
the wonderful Richard - King of all butlers - came by our room today to make sure everything was fine. He almost caught us taking an outdoor shower.
How do you spell...
Never mind.
Speak to you soon...we leave Monday...but lots of fun to have before then.
We're having a blast! Desperately, wonderfully, blissfully hot today. Burned the bottom of our feet walking on the sand. Not badly, of course...but we're aware of our soles now.
Before breakfast we dropped by our beach chairs, to drop off our books, only to discover - someone had taken our chairs! Now, back in Canada people get into fights over parking spots, cheating spouces, crack cocaine.
Here it's beach chairs.
The code - we learned early - is if a chair has a beach towel on it, it is taken. If it has a book, it is seriously taken probably by someone close by. Now one of the major advantages to having a butler - 'our butler' - is that they reserve a priome lounge chair on the beach early in the morning. Before we've stirred.
In a blink we have become the entitled. The priviledged. Yes - THOSE snots who reserve beach chairs at 7am and don't sit in them until 10:30.
We have become people we would hate under any other circumstances...except being them. You see - situational ethics.
But instead of being annoyed we...called our butler. We figured maybe our butler could fight their butler. but instead, the wonderful Sabie simply found us other chairs.
it's funny - and we really do laugh about it - but seriously, beach chair theft is a high crime here. Fortunately there are more than enough chairs to go around.
Had fun in the hot tub the other evening asking Michael how to spell scrotum. Wasn't sure I'd spelled it correctly in the last blog, since it isn't a word I often use. He paused then asked in a small, but stern, voice...'Now, why do you want to spell scrotum?'
"I used it in the blog.'
there was a longer pause.
'Really?'
I relented after an excrutiating moment when all sorts of possibilities whizzed through his mind - and explained it was a quote. He seemed relieved.
We are definitely having a great time...and doing what I promised myself to start doing...have more fun.
This qualifies.
the wonderful Richard - King of all butlers - came by our room today to make sure everything was fine. He almost caught us taking an outdoor shower.
How do you spell...
Never mind.
Speak to you soon...we leave Monday...but lots of fun to have before then.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
glug
brilliant sunshine, temps 85
We have had three glorious days! If we'd only stayed for one week - as was our original plan - we might have been disappointed with the weather. last week it rained everyday - somedays all day, most days just off and on. And it was often blustery and overcast. Not dreadful - but unsettled and unsettling.
this week has been splendid.
What a difference it makes.
did I tell you we've been given a Rondoval? It's a top level luxury room - quite a bit better than we'd actually booked for this week. When we were booking all we could get was a concierge level suite (goodbye 'our butler') But the head butler, a man named Richard was so wonderful...he upgraded us again - to this Rondoval overlooking the Caribbean Sea! It has its own jaccuzi hot tub and plunge pool and chaise lounges and patio. Heaven! and inside is even better. It's like a luxury hut or tent...with the middle rising 20 feet to a point. The bathroom has an indoor and outdoor shower...a free standing huge tub...mosaic tiles. and windows everywhere.
We're just in awe - and bliss.
Went to the beach barbeque Monday. Sat with a young couple from Dallas. So sweet - SO young. And gorgeous. And very, very nice. When the young man went up to get her a steak she leaned toward us and said, 'e've been married 3 years and she's still the kindness man I've ever met.'
Isn't kindness wonderful? so often dismissed - mocked even. Mistaken for weakness.
Yesterday we lounged by the beach then went to the nearby Sandals Regency (40 minute bus ride) for dinner at La Toq - the high-end french restaurant.
Today - guess what??? We actually did something. Michael and I signed up for scuba lessons!!! 4 of us in a class with a terrific instructor. A little scary at first. We were given the lesson in a special scuba pool. What a feeling, to go underwater...and take that first breath. Goes against a lifetime of training, of certainty. You cannot breathe underwater. DO NOT breathe underwater. You'll drown.
And then, suddenly, to be able to breathe underwater. Wow. We spent an hour...after which the instructor felt we might need a little more time in the pool before heading out to do a dive in the sea. So we're going back tomorrow! then, we hope, off to sea.
Lovely day.
this is a very insteresting place too, to people-watch. the young couples, the older ones. The people lily white and those all red (me) and those so tanned they look - in the immortal words of Edina Monsoon - like an old man's scrotum.
It's very fun.
Wanted to say HI and touch base. don't forget your sun screen.
Speak soon!
We have had three glorious days! If we'd only stayed for one week - as was our original plan - we might have been disappointed with the weather. last week it rained everyday - somedays all day, most days just off and on. And it was often blustery and overcast. Not dreadful - but unsettled and unsettling.
this week has been splendid.
What a difference it makes.
did I tell you we've been given a Rondoval? It's a top level luxury room - quite a bit better than we'd actually booked for this week. When we were booking all we could get was a concierge level suite (goodbye 'our butler') But the head butler, a man named Richard was so wonderful...he upgraded us again - to this Rondoval overlooking the Caribbean Sea! It has its own jaccuzi hot tub and plunge pool and chaise lounges and patio. Heaven! and inside is even better. It's like a luxury hut or tent...with the middle rising 20 feet to a point. The bathroom has an indoor and outdoor shower...a free standing huge tub...mosaic tiles. and windows everywhere.
We're just in awe - and bliss.
Went to the beach barbeque Monday. Sat with a young couple from Dallas. So sweet - SO young. And gorgeous. And very, very nice. When the young man went up to get her a steak she leaned toward us and said, 'e've been married 3 years and she's still the kindness man I've ever met.'
Isn't kindness wonderful? so often dismissed - mocked even. Mistaken for weakness.
Yesterday we lounged by the beach then went to the nearby Sandals Regency (40 minute bus ride) for dinner at La Toq - the high-end french restaurant.
Today - guess what??? We actually did something. Michael and I signed up for scuba lessons!!! 4 of us in a class with a terrific instructor. A little scary at first. We were given the lesson in a special scuba pool. What a feeling, to go underwater...and take that first breath. Goes against a lifetime of training, of certainty. You cannot breathe underwater. DO NOT breathe underwater. You'll drown.
And then, suddenly, to be able to breathe underwater. Wow. We spent an hour...after which the instructor felt we might need a little more time in the pool before heading out to do a dive in the sea. So we're going back tomorrow! then, we hope, off to sea.
Lovely day.
this is a very insteresting place too, to people-watch. the young couples, the older ones. The people lily white and those all red (me) and those so tanned they look - in the immortal words of Edina Monsoon - like an old man's scrotum.
It's very fun.
Wanted to say HI and touch base. don't forget your sun screen.
Speak soon!
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Sabie
rainy, hot, temps 30
We had the MOST romantic, splendid evening last night. It was one of our last nights in the Presidential Suite so we wanted to take advantage of it. We asked Sabie our butler to give us dinner on the verandah. Not expecting anything except room service.
Well, she set out linen, silverware, an orchid in a vase. she scattered flower petals everywhere. And served us the most wonderful meal. We looked out over the Caribbean Sea - and down below the live band sang love ballads. (not for us, we realize - it was just unbelievable good luck!) So we ate, and danced, and held each other - and thanked Sabie over and over.
She was wonderful.
I will tell you, this vacation is so far better than anything I ever dreamed. Sandals is extraordinary...once we figured out what we wanted and what the resort offered. We're quieter than many of the people here. We don't party or want to be surrounded by parties. Basically, we want a quiet beach, a lovely ocean, romantic times together.
And we have them here.
And the people who love to drink and party, kareoke and limbo, have that too - in another area.
But what moves us and impresses us the most are the people. Their kindness. And it does not feel forced.
This morning the extraordinary Malaika told us we'd be moved into a Rondeval suite!!! tomorrow.
So, no tears. We're really delighted.
Off for lunch. it does feel odd to eat then just leave. Hope we don't do that back home.
We had the MOST romantic, splendid evening last night. It was one of our last nights in the Presidential Suite so we wanted to take advantage of it. We asked Sabie our butler to give us dinner on the verandah. Not expecting anything except room service.
Well, she set out linen, silverware, an orchid in a vase. she scattered flower petals everywhere. And served us the most wonderful meal. We looked out over the Caribbean Sea - and down below the live band sang love ballads. (not for us, we realize - it was just unbelievable good luck!) So we ate, and danced, and held each other - and thanked Sabie over and over.
She was wonderful.
I will tell you, this vacation is so far better than anything I ever dreamed. Sandals is extraordinary...once we figured out what we wanted and what the resort offered. We're quieter than many of the people here. We don't party or want to be surrounded by parties. Basically, we want a quiet beach, a lovely ocean, romantic times together.
And we have them here.
And the people who love to drink and party, kareoke and limbo, have that too - in another area.
But what moves us and impresses us the most are the people. Their kindness. And it does not feel forced.
This morning the extraordinary Malaika told us we'd be moved into a Rondeval suite!!! tomorrow.
So, no tears. We're really delighted.
Off for lunch. it does feel odd to eat then just leave. Hope we don't do that back home.
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Got Milk?
rain and sun mix, warm, temps 28
It seems St. Lucia is like this...a mix of brilliant, blazing sun, and then a rain shower. A little frustrating at times as we skiddadle inside, then outside. As Michael says, it is at least exercise.
Happy to report, the clothes still fit and the salt water and buffet have not yet shrunk them.
Had another massage - heaven - and my upper lip waxed. Decided this needed to be strategic. Do not wax on the last day here because not only do the hairs come out, so does the tan. So I would have ended up with a brown face, and a very white moustache.
I burned yesterday. Ironic since I'd just bought the strongest sun block I could find. When we put it on i had to double check the tube to make sure it wasn't latex paint. After two days in the sun, using sun block, I realized it was working and I was not burning, but neither was i tanning. hate to come back to Canada whiter than when i left - which is quite a feat given few things on earth are whiter than a Canadian in winter. the only thing that distinguishes us from snow is our clothing. yet another good reason to wear clothes in winter. Without them Canada just looks like a bunch of mobile snow drifts. Reminds me of one of my favorite mae West quotes: "I used to be as pure as the driven snow - then I drifted.'
We're doing a lot of drifting here! Continue to relax and unwind and having a fab time. We get kicked out of the Presidential Suite Monday. There'll be claw marks on the floor. Trying to be sanguine about it, but it will be hard to go back to any normal room now that we've seen 'Paree". Still, such fun to have it now!!
We went off to another Sandals - the Regency - for dinner last night. japanese. As the bus pulled out from the Grande (where we're staying) Michael and I looked at each other and laughed...seemed very strange to be leaving. half expected a huge bubble to appear and take us back to the village.
It was a very fun 40 minute drive to the Ragency...great dinner...then home.
The adventure continues...though as you can see, it isn't much of an adventure...though we're discovering untold and buried caverns of laziness. Untapped - and deep.
I think I hear the siren song of the buffet.
Speak in a couple days....
It seems St. Lucia is like this...a mix of brilliant, blazing sun, and then a rain shower. A little frustrating at times as we skiddadle inside, then outside. As Michael says, it is at least exercise.
Happy to report, the clothes still fit and the salt water and buffet have not yet shrunk them.
Had another massage - heaven - and my upper lip waxed. Decided this needed to be strategic. Do not wax on the last day here because not only do the hairs come out, so does the tan. So I would have ended up with a brown face, and a very white moustache.
I burned yesterday. Ironic since I'd just bought the strongest sun block I could find. When we put it on i had to double check the tube to make sure it wasn't latex paint. After two days in the sun, using sun block, I realized it was working and I was not burning, but neither was i tanning. hate to come back to Canada whiter than when i left - which is quite a feat given few things on earth are whiter than a Canadian in winter. the only thing that distinguishes us from snow is our clothing. yet another good reason to wear clothes in winter. Without them Canada just looks like a bunch of mobile snow drifts. Reminds me of one of my favorite mae West quotes: "I used to be as pure as the driven snow - then I drifted.'
We're doing a lot of drifting here! Continue to relax and unwind and having a fab time. We get kicked out of the Presidential Suite Monday. There'll be claw marks on the floor. Trying to be sanguine about it, but it will be hard to go back to any normal room now that we've seen 'Paree". Still, such fun to have it now!!
We went off to another Sandals - the Regency - for dinner last night. japanese. As the bus pulled out from the Grande (where we're staying) Michael and I looked at each other and laughed...seemed very strange to be leaving. half expected a huge bubble to appear and take us back to the village.
It was a very fun 40 minute drive to the Ragency...great dinner...then home.
The adventure continues...though as you can see, it isn't much of an adventure...though we're discovering untold and buried caverns of laziness. Untapped - and deep.
I think I hear the siren song of the buffet.
Speak in a couple days....
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Our Butler
sunny, hot, temps 32
We've ben here three days and Michael forgot what day it is. I told him it was Michael-Day and he seemed content.
Danced on the beach two nights ago - after dinner. Just us. The live music was in the open air lounge about 20 yards away, but we were behind a stand of palms...coming back from dinner at Gordon's restaurant, which is on stilts over the Carribean sea.
We've met our butlers...Amos is lovely - only met him yesterday - mostly we've been butled by the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. And clearly the most gorgeous woman Michael has ever seen.
Her name is Malaika. And now, along with the exotic bird calls and gentle rhythm of the waves there is another chorus. Michael saying, 'I think I'll just call Malaika. I'm a little thirsty.'
Actually, I'm as smitten as Michael. It's a very funny feeling to have a butler. sort of uncomfrtable, really since we want to take full advantage of having them, without actually taking advantage of them. Though that latter is becoming less and less of a concern as our vacation moves along.
I wish I could tell you we've learned scuba diving and visited the volcano - or kayaked. We barely get ourselves to the beach! But we do - and lie there reading, slathered in sunblock. We have quite a creative tan/burn. I think this is because we have two differnt types of block - a 30 and 60, and I believe I mixed up the two. So some sections are burned and some are blocked.
Were invited to the General Manager's cocktail party last night. Very elegant. His name is Winston and he has the happy capacity to remember not just what day it is, but peole's names.
Every time we return to our room (The presidential suite!!!! feel the need to repeat that) - some new surprise awaits. Two nights ago, after dinner on the quai and dancing on the beach we returned to find our bedroom lit by candles and flowers strewn on the bed. We both burst into tears. Last night someone had writted our names on the bed using palm fronds.
This is an extraordinary place.
We find ourselves exhausted - and might not actually leave the resort for the remainder of our stay.
We're very happy. And very, very glad to have you along. Happier still to have a butler!!! No - OUR butler. I need to say that because I suspect we won't be able to say that many more times in our lives. Our butler.
Wow.
We've ben here three days and Michael forgot what day it is. I told him it was Michael-Day and he seemed content.
Danced on the beach two nights ago - after dinner. Just us. The live music was in the open air lounge about 20 yards away, but we were behind a stand of palms...coming back from dinner at Gordon's restaurant, which is on stilts over the Carribean sea.
We've met our butlers...Amos is lovely - only met him yesterday - mostly we've been butled by the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. And clearly the most gorgeous woman Michael has ever seen.
Her name is Malaika. And now, along with the exotic bird calls and gentle rhythm of the waves there is another chorus. Michael saying, 'I think I'll just call Malaika. I'm a little thirsty.'
Actually, I'm as smitten as Michael. It's a very funny feeling to have a butler. sort of uncomfrtable, really since we want to take full advantage of having them, without actually taking advantage of them. Though that latter is becoming less and less of a concern as our vacation moves along.
I wish I could tell you we've learned scuba diving and visited the volcano - or kayaked. We barely get ourselves to the beach! But we do - and lie there reading, slathered in sunblock. We have quite a creative tan/burn. I think this is because we have two differnt types of block - a 30 and 60, and I believe I mixed up the two. So some sections are burned and some are blocked.
Were invited to the General Manager's cocktail party last night. Very elegant. His name is Winston and he has the happy capacity to remember not just what day it is, but peole's names.
Every time we return to our room (The presidential suite!!!! feel the need to repeat that) - some new surprise awaits. Two nights ago, after dinner on the quai and dancing on the beach we returned to find our bedroom lit by candles and flowers strewn on the bed. We both burst into tears. Last night someone had writted our names on the bed using palm fronds.
This is an extraordinary place.
We find ourselves exhausted - and might not actually leave the resort for the remainder of our stay.
We're very happy. And very, very glad to have you along. Happier still to have a butler!!! No - OUR butler. I need to say that because I suspect we won't be able to say that many more times in our lives. Our butler.
Wow.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Presidential Suite!!!
showers, warm, temps 80
Oh, my Gooood. By some bit of great good fortune we were upgraded to the presidential suite. I'm not kidding. We arrived yesterday afternoon - a little rainy in Montreal but nothing to worry about (go tell my previous self) - landed in St. Lucia and were picked up by a fellow named Kim...our private chauffeur with a private car - to take us the hour and a half across the island to the Sandals Grande St. Lucian. I was quite glad I'd swallowed my Gravol-type anti-motion sickness pill. Up and down, sharp turns - mountainous roads...but stunning! We drove through the rain forest and could see mountains and valleys covered in mist and vegetation...everything was huge. Felt like we were in the Land of the Giants.
We sure weren't in Kansas anymore! Or Quebec.
It was sunny and warm and humid - but very pleasant.
Someone met us at the front of the Sandals, asked our name and said, Oh yes, you're in our very best room.' Which I thought was both promising and hyperbole. We'd arranged, as you know, for a Butler Level room...the Prime Minister's One bedroom suite.
But a moment later they showed up to the William Jefferson Clinton Presidential suite!!!
Dear Lord in heaven - take me now.
I don't think I've ever seen Michael so thrilled and amazed - and that includes seeing him at the alter as my mother and I walked down the aisle at our wedding.
Let me describe this suite. You walk into a vestibule (zooming almost unnotived past a powder room the size of our entire bathroom at home) - and facing us is a bank of three huge double drench doors leading onto a verandah looking onto the Caribbean Sea. Sail boats, palm trees, mountains beyond.
And in the foreground, our room. A living room area with back to back huge sofas, One set facing a massive flat screen TV - then behind it a dining room, a kitchen... then upstairs two big bedrooms, each with ensuite. The master bedroom is immense...with a sitting area and biggest flat screen TV I've ever seen - and behind that a four-poster king bed, also with a flat screen. A dressing room. A huge (this is a theme, by the way) bathroom with jacuzzi tub, walk in shower, two sinks, marble counters, separate toilet. And an outside shower...on the terrace...looking onto the other side of the resort...out to the Atlantic.
Both bedrooms have sliding glass doors onto a (yes) massive balcony with chaisse lounges and tables and chairs.
We knew for sure we were in Paradise!!
had dinner at the beach barbeque last night - on the beach. Eating mahi mahi and listening to a steel band. This morning we had breakfast on the verhandah off the living room, looking on the caribbean. It was, and is, very warm, but not uncomfortable. Sunny at first, then cloudy and showers off and on for the day. But we don't care. No one seems to care. Very relaxed and happy atmosphere.
Not at all sure we'll leave the resort, frankly. Quite surprised we left the suite.
Between cloud bursts we swam in the ocean and laid on beach chairs, reading. And feeling very, very grateful and blessed. And blissed.
Will blog again in a few days. Be well - and welcome to St. Lucia!
Oh, my Gooood. By some bit of great good fortune we were upgraded to the presidential suite. I'm not kidding. We arrived yesterday afternoon - a little rainy in Montreal but nothing to worry about (go tell my previous self) - landed in St. Lucia and were picked up by a fellow named Kim...our private chauffeur with a private car - to take us the hour and a half across the island to the Sandals Grande St. Lucian. I was quite glad I'd swallowed my Gravol-type anti-motion sickness pill. Up and down, sharp turns - mountainous roads...but stunning! We drove through the rain forest and could see mountains and valleys covered in mist and vegetation...everything was huge. Felt like we were in the Land of the Giants.
We sure weren't in Kansas anymore! Or Quebec.
It was sunny and warm and humid - but very pleasant.
Someone met us at the front of the Sandals, asked our name and said, Oh yes, you're in our very best room.' Which I thought was both promising and hyperbole. We'd arranged, as you know, for a Butler Level room...the Prime Minister's One bedroom suite.
But a moment later they showed up to the William Jefferson Clinton Presidential suite!!!
Dear Lord in heaven - take me now.
I don't think I've ever seen Michael so thrilled and amazed - and that includes seeing him at the alter as my mother and I walked down the aisle at our wedding.
Let me describe this suite. You walk into a vestibule (zooming almost unnotived past a powder room the size of our entire bathroom at home) - and facing us is a bank of three huge double drench doors leading onto a verandah looking onto the Caribbean Sea. Sail boats, palm trees, mountains beyond.
And in the foreground, our room. A living room area with back to back huge sofas, One set facing a massive flat screen TV - then behind it a dining room, a kitchen... then upstairs two big bedrooms, each with ensuite. The master bedroom is immense...with a sitting area and biggest flat screen TV I've ever seen - and behind that a four-poster king bed, also with a flat screen. A dressing room. A huge (this is a theme, by the way) bathroom with jacuzzi tub, walk in shower, two sinks, marble counters, separate toilet. And an outside shower...on the terrace...looking onto the other side of the resort...out to the Atlantic.
Both bedrooms have sliding glass doors onto a (yes) massive balcony with chaisse lounges and tables and chairs.
We knew for sure we were in Paradise!!
had dinner at the beach barbeque last night - on the beach. Eating mahi mahi and listening to a steel band. This morning we had breakfast on the verhandah off the living room, looking on the caribbean. It was, and is, very warm, but not uncomfortable. Sunny at first, then cloudy and showers off and on for the day. But we don't care. No one seems to care. Very relaxed and happy atmosphere.
Not at all sure we'll leave the resort, frankly. Quite surprised we left the suite.
Between cloud bursts we swam in the ocean and laid on beach chairs, reading. And feeling very, very grateful and blessed. And blissed.
Will blog again in a few days. Be well - and welcome to St. Lucia!
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