Honeymoon Day Four: Pictures of Paradise.

For those of you who didn't get the memo...PSV is a private island with no phones, no TV, no computers...just beautiful beaches and warm breezes. Therefore, many of our days were spent lounging and swimming (like you do...). It would be silly to recount each day of lounging and swimming, so let this entry be sort of an outline for days 4-9. Changes will be noted henceforth.

Oftentimes Jürg would wake up in time to watch the sunrise. I did this, begrudgingly, only once.



Here are some photos of pretty sunrises from outside our cottage. We literally had one of the best views for the sunrise on the island.

We would eat breakfast around 8:30 (sounds early but you would be amazed how much earlier you go to sleep when you do not have John Locke, or Jack Bauer, or Tom Collichio to distract you), which would usually take place in our cottage, but we would sometimes opt to go to the pavilion instead.

There was so much yummy fresh fruit to be had....

And the birds would often peer over your shoulder for a taste. Savages....

After breakfast we would make our way to the West End beaches where we would secure a hammock for the day (there were always plenty available). Here we would swim, snorkel, play games (yahtzee being my personal fav) and read.


We would eat lunch around 12:30ish which we would either have in our cottage, at the pavilion or have it brought to us on the beach. Times were tough let me tell you.

This picture was snapped later in the week, but still...you can see how difficult life was back then.

After lunch we might take a walk and usually end up on the Atlantic side of the island to do some snorkeling off the dock.



We would have afternoon tea around 4:30 and clean up for dinner.



Cocktails would be enjoyed in our cottage (with drinks I smuggled in...) and card games played (favorites being Scopa and Castle).

We would watch the sunset from the harbor area of the island.


Dinner would commence at 7:30, either in our cottage (we did this twice) or at the Pavilion (our preference).

After dinner we would usually retire to the cottage for more card games and then it was off to bed for us to begin another hard days work at the beach.

So there you have it folks, life in PSV. Tough job, but somebodies gotta do it.

Honeymoon Day Three: Barbados to Union Island to Petite St. Vincent

We awoke that morning in Barbados and had several hours to kill before heading off to the airport. We got some breakfast and basically held down the fort at the Meridian Inn, counting down the minutes until we could leave. Finally at noon we hopped in a cab and mad our way back to the open-air air port to make the third leg of our expedition. This time it was a tiny puddle jumper plan (aka a death trap) from Barbados to Union Island. A island among many smaller island which make up The Grenadines. I did not enjoy this plan ride. Not one bit.

Yes I am wearing the same dress as the day before. Don't judge me.
When you are asked to keep all bags at the rear of the plan for balance reasons, I get a wee bit ancy.

Views from the tin-can-of-a-plane's window. Sure it's pretty, as long as you do not crash.

Finally back on solid ground, we had one final trek before we could really relax. This time we would board a yacht and travel 5 miles to PSV. We were greeted by a lovely, jovial chap named Maurice who gave us bottled water and drove the boat so quickly that I swear I was air born a few times. Thankfully I found all of this to be quite delightful.

The Union Island Yacht Club docks.

Happy not to be 10,000 feet in the air.

Views from the boat.

PSV!!!

Pulling int the PSV Docks and being greeted by the delightful managers.
What's even more delightful? A mixed alcoholic beverage.

As soon as we hopped into the robins egg blue cart we were whisked up a hill to the "Little Bluff" where our cottage, cottage #2, sat nestled among the hills.

This is where we stayed for the week, and should I ever be able to build a vacation home in a tropical area, this is what it would look like.








In a word: Amazing.

They had prepared a lunch for us which we devoured in our cottage and quickly made our way to the beach. That evening we opted to have dinner in our cottage as well, which was our first taste of many amazing meals to come.

That night the menu consisted of: A Roasted Pumpkin Soup with toasted almonds and creme fraiche. Fried cod ( I think it was cod...) fritters. Lobster tail with a butter sauce and some kind of fish (which escapes me at the moment). Fried apple fritters and a few sorbets rounded off the meal.



In a word: Yum.

Honeymoon Day Two: Hotlanta-Barbados

(yes I realize it has been over a month....no excuses, just lack of motivation)

After a whirlwind day in Atlanta we were up (yet again) at the crack of dawn to board a flight to Barbados, where we would spend an evening before arriving in Paradise. Thankfully all went as scheduled and our flight was on time and ran smoothly.

Here we are in the Barbados open-air airport.



These pictures were taken right before we jumped in an unmarked cab (an action we were warned against taking on our way out of the terminal). We live life on the edge. Thankfully we were transported safely to our dwellings for the evening: The Meridian Inn.

I knew this place would not be fancy, however I was able to pay for it with American Express points. Since it was currently the "high season" in Barbados there was no way to find an affordable hotel for the evening. While our place had it's own "charm" one might say it was really just a step up from Youth Hostel. I kept telling myself it was only for one night.




That afternoon Jürgen took a dip in the ocean, and we walked to a small restaurant about 10 minutes from our mo...a hem...hotel. We had a simple dinner of local fish and local beer. A small kitten approached us begging for food, and since we both go weak in the knees for kitties we fell prey to its batting eyes.



It was about 8:00 when we finished dinner, and after two days of little sleep and much travel it was time hit the hey, which is exactly what we did.