|The whimsically-painted fence at Arawak|
|The first peek at the waters of Upper Shoal Bay|
|Palm grove + hammocks = perfection!|
|Looking towards the point that separates SBE from Upper Shoal Bay|
|The obligatory feet-in-hammock shot|
|The severe erosion|
|Cf: this photo with the one of him in the hospital!|
|Gussied up for dinner|
|An alcove in the restaurant|
With that campaign fulfilled, we were free to concentrate on the very interesting dessert menu that Hibernia offers. Now, I'm a dessert girl from way back, and in my younger days I was even known to order two desserts--one as an app and one for the usual placement in the meal progression. Twenty years and we won't mention how many pounds later, I don't (usually) do that any more, but I still appreciate a good dessert menu. In other words, don't give me the options of a brownie a la mode (or worse, some rendition of death-by-chocolate), a cheesecake, and some creme brulee and then congratulate yourself about your fabulous dessert offerings. Seriously, those are boring. Bor-ing. Those are desserts offered by restaurants who don't *really* want to be bothered with desserts.
This is where Hibernia shines, I'm glad to say. I seemed to recall that people raved about the rum raisin ice cream, and as the evening was so hot, something served cold had tremendous appeal. Oh, but wait! Then I saw what was, perhaps, the most intriguing-sounding sorbet on their extensive list: tamarind & salted plum. The rum raisin ice cream was rendered ill in my opinion by the pouring on of rum. Now don't get me wrong: I love rum in its many forms: in cakes, balls, marinades, cocktails, and especially neat. But pouring good rum over good ice cream enhances neither and diminishes both, in my opinion. Luckily for both of us, my husband loved the rum raisin and I was sorely tempted to run my tongue down into the glass to get the last of that outstanding sorbet. Something magical happens when you add the right amount of salt to an ordinarily sweet dessert and that's exactly what happened here.
So, one salad, two entrees, two desserts, one bottle of sparkling water, and one bottle of a nice little Pouilly Fume brought our bill to $198. The service charge was clearly marked on the bill and we added a bit more on top of it.
|Old-fashioned chattel house|
It was when we were wrangling our suitcases out of the room and toward our car when we first saw him: as sweet a dog as we'd ever encountered. He approached us very slowly, but with tail fully wagging, and it wasn't until he bumped into one of our suitcases did we realize why his gait was so deliberate--he was blind. Dubbing him Homer, we shared with him some of our leftover pizza and gave him a little water and he seemed grateful. He had an old, very serious-looking scar on his shoulder, as if perhaps he'd had an altercation with a car in his youth, but he looked reasonably well cared for (not to mention he was far too friendly and gentle to be a stray), so we fervently hoped that he was just wandering from home that day.
Which leads me to AARF, the Anguilla Animal Rescue Foundation. We stopped by there to drop off a check on our way to the west end, not knowing that they close for 2.5 hours every middle of the day. My husband had done a fund raiser for a friend's publishing project by doing an engraving of a puppy and selling original prints, but once the book's needs were met, the proceeds for any other prints that sold would go to AARF, so we wanted to drop off a check for them. Alas, we'll have to drive out that way another day so that we can drop off the check in person and perhaps play with the dogs & cats awaiting adoption.
|Pamela & Veronica with DH|
|Yummy smoothie options, or create your own|
|The huge balcony is one of our favorite things about Caribella|
|The casual living room|
|Barnes Bay, immediately in front of our unit|
|DH's shrimp w/ julienned snowpeas and hushpuppies|
|Coconut panna cotta|
We returned home and discovered, much to our dismay, that neither the wi-fi nor the a/c were functioning properly at Caribella. Our first order of business will have to be correcting those deficits, or else I will not be a happy camper!