This is the view as we're leaving the marina and heading out to our first stop. Not having any idea what to expect, Brian explained that we'd be island hopping for the next 7 days. We'd go to shore at night for dinner and sleep on the boat. (Yay!)
And here we are the next night at "Marina Cay." Speaking of "Marina Cay", it has the most romantic story. It's too long to get into here, but I'll give you a few details and then you can google the rest of the story. Before WW II, aspiring author Robb White and his wife Rodie purchased a desserted Marina Cay for $65. They worked for many months to get running water and to build their home without any assistance from anyone else. Imagine the adventures they must have had. The story was made into a move in 1960 starring Sidney Poitier and John Cassavetes. The book and movie were titled "Our Virgin Island". White also wrote another book about their experience titled "Two on the Isle." Alas as life unfolds, the story doesn't necessarily have a happily-ever-after. No, he doesn't die at war. It's more complicated than that. But that's all I'm sayin'! You'll have to find out for yourself!
We are coming up on Anegada Island. It took us almost all day to sail there. There are only 250 people that live there. Vegetation is almost non-existent. It's a desert. Very interesting and very pretty in it's own right. The Atlantic Ocean is on the other side of the island. It's not near as 'friendly' as the Carribean. On this side of Anegada, the waves beat angrily on the beach.
I think if you observe very closely and listen very carefully, beaches have a way of communicating with us. Some of them say, 'Here. Sit a spell. Don't do a thing. Just bask in my beauty. Dip your toe or come on in for a full swim." Others seem to say, "I'll provide answers to all life's problems. Just stay a here a while and clear your mind. I'll send a gentle wave to wash over your feet and keep you cool." The waves on the 'other' side of this island were very big and powerful as it slammed against the sand. The water, very intimidating seemed to convey the message, " Don't come in. Just go away and leave me alone." Okay, now you think I'm wierd, don't cha? (Just call me the 'water-whisperer.)
The next morning we traveled to Virgin Gorda. This island was completely different. While the others were all quaint and charming, VG was very glamorous. Here's the pool we lounged by all day. (No, the pool didn't 'talk' to me. I only communicate with big bodies of water, if you must know.)
No matter where we go, animals (especially dogs) always find him. It's like he communicates with them telepathically and they know he loves them. Seriously. Stray dogs have been known to come up to him and not move until he pays attention to them. I'm going to start callin' him 'Doo', as in Dr. Doolittle.
After I snapped this picture I climbed into the hammock with him and took a nap in his arms.
Little Jost Van Dyke on the right and Jost Van Dyke on the left.
I didn't take any pictures of our 'wedding' with our camera. When our friend Julie sends them to us I'll post them!
I hope all is going well for everyone and you're enjoying the Christmas season!