Since we’re a week away from our first overseas vacation as a family, and since it’s Thursday, I thought I’d post a little “throwback” to our babymoon in the Caribbean. I posted about our first stop, San Juan, a couple months ago. Now, I figure it is about time that I talk about the rest of our trip.
Our second stop was the very small and unassuming island of Nevis, which piqued our interest when we heard about it’s lush, volcanic landscapes. We’ve been to quite a few Caribbean islands, but they’ve all been mostly flat and arid. So, we wanted to experience something new.
We took a questionable puddle jumper from San Juan–an experience that we’ve grown accustomed to–and made our way to Nisbet Plantation, our home for a few days.
Nisbet is gorgeous, situated on a wide and green plot of land, lined with palm trees. There’s a view of St. Kitts from the beach, there, and all of the rooms are little Caribbean cottages, which afforded lots of privacy. It was a different kind of stay for us, as we usually go out of our way to avoid big resorts. Yet, since we were only spending a few days in Nevis, we were resolved to relax as much as possible.
We enjoyed afternoon tea with the property’s resident cat, lounging in hammocks around the property, and being much more low-key than we typically are on vacay.
Is it possible for a place to be TOO quiet? (Now that we have Finn, we know that the answer is NO. No, too much quiet is NOT a problem.)
After Nevis, we headed to Anguilla, which is where we spent most of our time.
To say we fell in love with Anguilla would be an understatement. It is, to date, our favorite island. The locals are friendly and colorful. There are more breathtakingly beautiful beaches than we could possibly explore in a week. It has some of the best restaurants in the Caribbean. The water is turquoise. The weather is perfect. It’s developed without feeling too touristy. Are you buying your tickets, yet?
We spent our days exploring private beaches, eating (a lot) of local goodies, napping, and lounging with fruity drinks in hand.
Sona ate a lot of seafood, despite all of the warnings, and we–mostly–talked about what life would be like a year later.
I also spent a lot of time, photographing Sona’s barely developed baby bump, much to her chagrin.
Who knows when Sona and I will get to travel again, just the two of us, but we’re okay with that. Long before we had Finn, we promised one another that we wouldn’t let him slow us down; we promised to take him all around the world.
We’re heading to Virgin Gorda next Friday. It’ll be Finn’s initiation to overseas travel–and to our favorite place on the planet: the Caribbean.
We’ve also promised ourselves that, when Finn is 6 or 7, we’d move to the islands. But that’s another conversation for another day. 😉