Anguilla, Part 3: Newbies by the Numbers
10.25.2021
That evening our friends Hal and Donna invited us over to their villa in Island Harbour for sunset cocktails.
I wore a very special outfit: Donna made this dress for me, using a sarong I found at Irie Life. Made it! Me, I can barely use scissors without adult supervision.
After drinks we drove the short distance over to Ben's for dinner.
See that pointy plant in the foreground? It had no sooner stabbed me right in the crotch when I heard a muffled "oooof" behind me, only to turn and see Trina nearly impaled through the groin by the same sneaky shrub. (It is only with great restraint that I do not make any bush puns here.)
Sadly, she hasn't been able to sit upright since.
I knew I was having Ben's excellent pepperoni pizza, and came prepared in case I needed a slice for the road.
The next day we decided to check out Cap Juluca. Obviously they'll let anybody in this place.
Mother Nature ensured that we didn't overstay our welcome.
Ferryboat Inn may not be as fancy as Cap Juluca, but the burgers are better and that guy Christian is somewhat ok, too, now that he's married to Jenn.
Someone who is more than just ok is Marjorie, who made an entire casserole dish full of homemade scalloped potatoes just for me. Which I proceeded to inhale at a rate that would make Joey Chestnut break out in a sweat.
Of course, we made sure that we weren't the only ones who ate well at FBI that day.
Later, the guys dropped me and Trina off at CuisinArt while they checked out Christian's new venture, AXA Brewery. [NOTE: AXA Brewery is currently closed but should be back up and running soon. Save water, drink beer!]
Meanwhile, over at CuisinArt, Trina and I were busy contorting ourselves into their egg chairs and making people jealous of our frozen mojitos.
It had been a long day -- even more so for those of us who downed a bushel of potatoes at lunch -- so we picked up dinner at B&D's for a well-deserved night in.
The next morning Trina and Scott kept to their routine of breakfast at Straw Hat, while Angel and I made a pit stop at Shoal Bay West.
We split up for lunch, too, with Trina and Scott at Blanchard's Beach Shack and Angel and I just down the beach at Ocean Echo.
For lunch, we feated on Caesar salad, shrimp curry, and pepperoni pizza before retiring to our rafts.
The four of us couldn't stay apart for long, though, and met up that afternoon at the Dune Preserve.
But the swim platform at CuisinArt beckoned, and after our encounter with the Pee-king Duck, we were powerless to resist. And so we sloshed aboard, chistening everything in our paths with frozen mojito.
Trina was triumphant, while I pretended not to know her. I'm sure Scott can relate.
It was our last night on island, and I had a perfect night planned -- sunset and Sancerre at Coconut Palm, followed by dinner at our beloved Dolce Vita.
Abbi surprised me with a gargantuan veal parm, and Angel and I surprised Trina with an early birthday celebration.
The next morning we were set to depart on the ferry back to St. Martin. It was a Sunday, so we negotiated a deal: If Ferryboat would open that morning just for us, we'd provide the sausage and egg sandwiches and the entertainment (a.k.a. Trina in any sort of hat).
Although Marjorie was at church and didn't join us, she still did the Lord's work the night before and prepared some rum punch for us to take to go.
Now that is how you travel first-class.
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Where to next? Burgers, bourbon, and bumpkins in the Hudson Valley; a very special birthday trip to Antigua; summer on Anna Maria Island . . . and TWO MONTHS(!!) in Anguilla. Click here to subscribe and you'll be notified when a new post goes up!
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