After hopping 3 planes, 2 delays, a treacherous taxi ride and a ferry; we finally made it to paradise! Cinnamon Bay, St John, US Virgin Islands. D and I never had a honeymoon, so after 7 1/2 years of wedded bliss, we decide it's our turn to to get away. 5 nights camping at Cinnamon Bay, 2 nights at the Marriott resort on St. Thomas. Not too shabby. 
With water as clear as a picture window and as warm as a bath, how could you not enjoy yourself? Our first night we set up camp and played on the beach in the moonlight. The breeze envelopes my senses with sweet salt air and the sand is as soft as baker's sugar. No need for sleeping bags here, the air is my blanket. We spend our morning at the local open air cafe, watching the kitchen kitties run from table to table patiently waiting for their share of breakfast.
Snorkeling in this water is like swimming in a divine fish tank. Corals of all shapes and color, fish is bright blues and yellow flit past in their weightless dance. (underwater pictures to come) The ocean floor is teeming with life, even in the shallowest of bays.
The sun can be brutal here and my creamy skin quickly turned red, so... a t-shirt to protect my sizzled shoulders. Unfortunately it left my booty ripe for the suns rays. Ouch!
Kayaked up to our own private beach between Maho Point and Francis Bay. That's Mary Point in the background. Gorgeous and huge sea turtles munch on sea grass on the floor of the bay. Evening walk on the beach, full moon shadows on the white sand. Watching stars wink into existence as high tide washes away all proof of the day, preparing the shore for new discoveries tomorrow.
To be continued...
1 comment:
Wow i am so jealous! That is so amazing! You are so lucky and congrates on 7 1/2 years! Wow !
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