|Photo credit: B. Moser|
Our second, yet last, full day in Anguilla. How is that possible? At the same time that my blood slows down to beat time with the island’s pulse, Time itself seems to speed up, mocking us all.
In keeping with tradition at home, my husband whips up a big Sunday morning breakfast that is intended to carry us through the day until dinner-we’ve got eggs, bacon, fruit, toast, and kielbasa. Our energy that carried us through two long, stressful days of travel and that kept us going once we hit Anguilla, is finally lagging, so we give in to it. We declare Sunday a stay-at-home day, so instead of packing a beach bag, we simply roll out the door with towels in hand to lay claim to some prime beachfront real estate.
|This was shot on a crowded Sunday. Believe me, there|
are hordes of people just out of view.
|Santa Claus on vacation|
|My new best friend|
|DH and me, after our cutthroat Bananagrams game|
|Our lovely DG at Madeariman's|
|You're lookin' at the world record shortest cherry stem|
tied into a knot, courtesy of DH's mouth.
We decide to walk off some of our indulgences at Madeariman, so we nab some more sunscreen and cover-ups to walk up the beach to Gwen’s to check out the state of the erosion. We also bring along a small kite, hoping we can launch it into the air for some photo-ops. Unfortunately, we didn’t realize when we grabbed the kite that the kite string had detached, so we didn’t have anything to fly it with. Undeterred, DG tried to improvise. We paused in the shade by Serenity to sit for a spell, where the rhythm of the waves mesmerized us. Then headed back to Ku to catch the last rays of sun for the afternoon.
|Triple self-portrait at Upper Shoal Bay|
|Palm grove in front of Gwen's. Another one bites the dust, sadly.|
|Just tryin' to get our freak flag flyin'|
|For once, a decent photo of me. Jacala.|
After we were seated, I jokingly turned to my husband and said, “What do you want to bet that we’ll see somebody here tonight whom we know well enough to speak to?” After defining the terms as “someone whom we know by name and who in turn recognizes us at least by sight”, he was eager to bet against me. Silly man. Doesn’t he know better by now? It wasn’t Junior or his wife, neither Carrie nor her husband, but halfway through our meal, young Alexis (the young woman in the San Juan airport who fought to get us all to St. Maarten) walked in with her beau. We stopped to chat with them after our meal, but before their food arrived (did I mention that service was VERY slow?), where they told us that they finally arrived in Anguilla the night before. Having overslept and missed the American Eagle flight to St Maarten, they caught a LIAT flight to Anguilla via Antigua. They loved what little they had seen of the island and were raving about Viceroy in particular (you didn’t really think they were staying anywhere else, did you?).
DH still owes me $10. Guess that's appropriate for 10/10/10.
|Escaping the heat on our porch with my new best friend|
|Sunset at Ku|