A romantic weekend spent at a historic Captain’s House on the island of Saba
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.