Week in St. Martin

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I guess I should reflect on the trip but as it gets further into the distance it just is a hazy blur of delicious wine, sand and sleeping until the sun wakes me up.

It was one of those things where every moment in time, I was remembering how incredibly lucky I was to be doing what I was doing.

We began the night we got there with dinner at Spiga. It was delicious but we got ridiculously lost on the way there in our little tin can of a car appropriately named the Charade. However, it got us up the hills, which was really all that mattered.

The second day, we had the Champagne Brunch at the hotel where they continued to refill our glasses to the point of explosion. Then we lazed on the hotel beach and eventually muscled up the intestinal fortitude to eat at Rare, where I had the best Tuna Steak known to man. We then gambled at a completely shady casino and went home.

The third day, we ate breakfast at Mr. Busby's Beach Bar (henceforth to be known as MBBB) and headed out to go ziplining. It was closed so we drove around to various beaches (see picture above) and lazed around. We kissed in the ocean which is apparently something that all people who grow up near oceans do. I was unaware.

We went out to dinner at Big Fish, a place that was our favorite and with which we were in love. The food was delicious (CA had a steak with whiskey sauce and I had...lobsters!!!!) and we were so close to the hotel that you could just enjoy yourself and not worry about anything.

The next day we decided to stay longer. We went ziplining, and I got my wish to watch the most incredible sunset in the history of the universe. All I had wanted to do since coming was watch it sink and we sat at this bar, drank a glass of wine and just watched. Afterwards, we ate the most expensive dinner in the world, which I promptly got sick over. But, the sunset made everything completely worth it.

The next day we took a ferry boat to the Isle of Pinel where we sunbathed, ate a very expensive cheeseburger (everything there was in euros) and recovered. That night we at the Pirates Buffet at the hotel, saw some sweet fire dancer action and went to bed early.

The following day was sailing! CA had been excited about this for weeks leading up to the trip and thankfully, the experience did not dissapoint. I had an amazing time doing it and the entire time I listened to him lament the fact that we did not, in fact, own a boat. We went to this adorable little place for drinks and walked around the city of Maho for a bit. Then, we returned to Big Fish because it seemed like a delicious idea.

The neeeeeext day, we went shopping and parasailing (which I was in love with ) and rode around on a speed boat. No one has ever really owned boats around me so I didn't know how amazing it was. We both really enjoyed being on the boat. That night, we ventured to Sopranos (yes, named after the HBO show) where we ate and went to the piano bar. That night, we were both very, very mopey because we knew the next day was our leaving day.

The next morning, we got up ridiculously early to go horseback riding in the water! We had an hour and a half ride which was really fun but the kicker was the riding in the water. It's nothing I'd ever done before. And in the end, I really enjoyed it.

We returned. ):

I guess the thing is, it's amazing to me that 1. I got to do all that incredible stuff in one trip and 2. I enjoyed it. Moreover, I loved it. I think I am actually being the person that I want to be instead of repressing who I might be.