Took the red-eye from LAX to San Juan. Sat 2 rows behind Oscar de la Hoya. Sean refused to believe me that it was de la Hoya until every single guy who passed him, loudly whispered to the person in front of them, who they saw.
On Saturday, after our plane landed in Tortola, we took a quick ferry ride over to Virgin Gorda.
Our home-sweet-home for the week (as taken from the ocean).
The view from our living room and patio. The Caribbean is so different from the Pacific; the water was incredibly calm (no pounding surf like in So Cal) and was so warm it felt like walking into a bathtub.
Our week consisted of lots of lounging…
… reading…
… and snorkeling.
We did manage to drag ourselves out of the condo for a day – we rented a sail boat (complete with skipper) for half a day. Here's the boat we were on. It was much larger in person.
The skipper even let Sean help out.
He sailed us around the various islands, dropped anchor just off the coast of one of the smaller islands so we could scuba dive while he made us lunch, and then we continued to sail around for the next few hours.
After spending a week drinking as many rum-filled drinks we could possibly create, staying in the water until we turned to prunes, reading until our eyes crossed and generally being as lazy as we possibly could, it was time to go home.Or so we thought. Thanks to the uber-smart pilot on our first flight off Tortola, our entire plane missed their connections. This meant we got to spend the night in the wonderful Best Western hotel in the San Juan airport. But rather than sit in our hotel room and mope, we hopped in a cab, went to Old San Juan and ate dinner at a fabulous tapas bar.
The sangria helped take the sting out of missing our flight home and made our night in San Juan all the more enjoyable.
2 comments:
Katie - I am so jealous. The beach looks wonderful. Blue Sky and Blue Water is a combo I have not seen in awhile. Miss you terribly but think of you often over here in China.
Erika
Good for people to know.
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