We talked about Santorini, Corisca and Mallorca. We dreamed about Cape Town, Tahiti and Fiji. In the end, balancing time and money and other practicalities of being five months pregnant on a honeymoon, we landed on St. Bart’s. As the saying goes, pas mal.
We split our time between two resorts, largely lounging by the pool and lazing on the beach. We read, napped, watched World Cup and reminisced about the wedding.
We did make it out and about on the island a little bit. We had dinner at Eden Rock and Le Sereno.
Hit Saline and St. Jean beaches.
Watched the sunset in Gustavia.
We didn’t drop big bucks to go shopping or see Mick or George or any other celebs (though I think this guy is just as handsome...)
But is there anything better than be half-naked for a week, not caring about anything except when your next meal is and when you might squeeze in a game of tennis??