After an amazing wedding, we cleared out of the Murray Hill Inn with the rest of the troupe around 11AM and made our way back to our apartment. A quick session of packing, last minute bill paying and closing down the house, and we were off to the St. Regis in Manhattan for an evening with the “finer folks.”
The alarm rang all too early at 3:45am for our trip to JFK, and a flight to Puerto Rico. This installment of the PR left us with enough time to sample lunch at Subway, and spend a joyous hour with the world’s slowest TSA gang. A short turboprop flight later, and we arrived in Anguilla, known by the native tourist organization as “Tranquility Wrapped in Blue.”
The airport here brings new meaning to the phrase “one horse town,” and it was the first international flight I’ve ever had where it was less than 100 feet from my seat to customs. The island has about 12,000 inhabitants, all of whom seem to know each other. A quick cab ride and we arrived at our new home, the CuisinArt Resort. The resort hypes up its on-location greenhouse, beach and gardens, and for once everything in the colorful brochure was accurate. We were greeted with a huge spread of cheeses, treats and champagne, and our room overlooks the blue waters and in the distance, the island of St. Marten.
Thus far, we’ve managed to eat, drink, and sleep, with not much else on the agenda. This afternoon’s mission is to find a local dive operator, and perhaps see if I can dust off my sailing skills and challenge the local waters in a Sunfish. We’ll try and post some updates, if we can fit it in between our busy schedule of umbrella drinks and naps on the beach!
eat drink and sleep in a beautiful place with beautiful people (the two of you) and it matches what you were sold. that is also known as heaven on earth.