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.