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.
Views from the boat.
Pulling int the PSV Docks and being greeted by the delightful managers.
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.
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.
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