A honest look at what visitors should expect and avoid on their next trip to a hurricane struck island by an islander and Irma survivor.
Valentine’s day is here. Again. Not my favorite day. In all honesty I have grown quite disgusted with this so-called day of love. Not that I have anything against love. It’s just that I can do without the whole commercial part of V-day. This day has quickly become more about how much money you can spend on the one you love, rather than the actual love between you and your mate/partner/wife/husband. Whatever.
I choose to still believe in the actual love and bond between myself and the person I decide to give my heart to. I do not need a cheesy teddy bear with an “I love You” shirt and a dozen roses cruelly cut before their prime to tell me that my husband actually loves me too. Besides, if he really wants to show his appreciation for our love and marriage he knows no teddy bear, chocolate or roses will do, but a ticket to an exotic Caribbean island just might 😉
We try to make at least two trips a year together. The rest of the time I travel by myself. This year thanks to fucking Irma, I will probably be celebrating Valentine’ s day at our bar, eating burgers and drinking too many glasses of Prosecco, drowning my sorrow and wallowing over the fact that I’m not traveling.
Anyway, before I depress you with my depressing anecdote of my deplorable current travel status, let me just get to what this blog post is really about: My current most romantic Caribbean island.
Back in November of last year, I spent 5 whirlwind days on Bonaire. Way too short if you ask me. Then again, it’s never long enough when you’re having fun. I definitely left on a high and haven’t been able to stop thinking about my 5 fantabulous days on the island since.
According to my Instagram account, I lead a very glamorous and tropical life in the Caribbean and I have the always pretty, always bright, always sunny pictures to prove it. According to my Facebook account I am Miss Positivity, all wrapped in gold paper-mâché, with a pink bow on top and farting confetti, while bursting into song. Although farting confetti would be one cool superpower and I would love nothing more than to be able to carry a proper tune for that matter, my real life is at times very far from the image I have created online.
Like most super heroes, I have a secret identity. One that I try to keep hidden. One that is not allowed to come out and play. At least not in public. This hidden identity can be dark at times, is humorless, down and just sad. This identity can shit on anyone’s parade and take down happiness in one well organized coup.
Yes, I too feel down and super unhappy at times.
They say that if at first you don’t succeed, try and try again.
This is my second attempt at organizing an all girls getaway, my first group trips of many, I hope. I figured that with my background in event planning and the many questions I receive weekly from readers wanting to visit the Caribbean or asking what to do on specific islands, a well organized girls getaway would be beneficial to many.
So I started planning my first girls trip last summer. Everything was set. We were heading to Anguilla in October 2017. Then Irma happened and everything changed in the blink of an eye. But now 4 months post-Irma, I’m ready and excited to go on three Girls Trips this year. So, who’s ready to travel with me this year?
Friends of my Bonaire island sister, Liz invited us on their boat for a sunset cruise. I panicked at first for just a second, when I remembered that me and boats usually result in one or more uncomfortable and occasionally embarrassing moments. Confession: I get seasick. There, I said it.