Life under the Lintel: Rock me momma

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Rock me momma

Somewhere in between the vigorously healthful hike up Pigeon Island and another billiards rematch with Jason, during which I performed significantly less masterfully even than before, I somehow ingested a liberal quantity of beverages. A swordfish dinner alfresco with live music led to dancing, dancing led to personalized ballroom lessons from our friends Mr. and Mrs. Hot Tub during the growing party in the lobby, dancing and chit-chatting with our new friends meant we followed the crowd when the party moved to the late-night karaoke pub...somewhere in there there was billiards...

with the result that I woke up the next morning with blisters on my feet and an unwholesome feeling in my spinning head.

We had booked a 9:30 snorkel tour to the base of Pigeon Island and I was determined not to be one of those people who miss their excursion because they're hungover, so we had a quick breakfast and boarded our tour boat.

As a side note, swimming in (surprisingly) cold water with zillions of little fishies is a pretty good antidote to nausea and dizziness.

By the end of our 30-minute tour I was chattering in my mask, so I was quite happy to soak up some sun on the beach before a delicious BLT on the boardwalk.

This was the actual day of our anniversary, and Jason had booked an extra-special excursion in its honor. So after lunch we headed to the lobby, where a bus picked us up and took us a bit further down the island to where we boarded a catamaran

...on which we proceeded to cruise down most of the length of St. Lucia until we came to the Pitons (pronounced PEE-tahns; insert much juvenile humor here): a pair of mountains that are stylized on the St. Lucian flag, thus.

They're something like 2500 feet high, and right on the water.

Getting ready to snorkel at Sugar Beach, at the base of the Pitons.

The excursion was timed such that the cruise back after snorkeling was at sunset.

Here, we've climbed aboard the roof of the catamaran to better view the sunset. Soon after, the captain cranked up Darius Rucker's "Wagon Wheel" and we danced on the roof until we noticed the multi-colored party lights coming from below deck. After that we danced below all the way home.

Marigot Bay, famous site of the filming of Doctor Doolittle, apparently. Also just really beautiful.

When we got back to our resort, in the midst of a scramble to clean up quick for dinner, we received this sweet message from home:

We just managed to make it to Gordon's in time for our reservation, with even a few minutes to sit by the fire beforehand and open the card Ada had packed us.