It’s been my dad’s dream for pretty much his entire life to rent a boat somewhere and spend a week sailing around. I always laughed and waved him off when he talked about it: that’s the kind of thing Beyonce and Jay-Z do on vacation, not us mortal, frizzy-haired folk. But! Turns out, chartering a sailboat in the Carribean is not only possible but reasonably affordable, at less of a per-person cost than a renting mid-range hotel room for the week. So for the week around New Year’s Eve this year, we gathered friends from all corners of the country and told them to meet us in the British Virgin Islands.
We flew into St. Thomas, and then took the ferry to Tortola, where we picked up our sailboat. This was the (not awful) view from our hotel room (our first and last non-rocking accommodation) the first morning.
A sign for us?? Totally Bey-Z worthy.
Where we slept for the week. Each cabin had its own private (tiny) bathroom as well.
Our boat came with a dinghy that we used to get to shore and to the best snorkeling spots.
I’m on a boat!
I was in charge of meals and let me tell you, planning and preparing food for nine people on a boat is not the easiest of tasks. We did a huge provisioning trip on the first day and supplemented at small markets along the way. We also stumbled upon a wonderful organic farm that provided all of our produce – highly recommended if you find yourself in the BVIs. Instead of the imported-across-the-world, plasticky fruit and veg sold in the supermarkets, we got deliciously fresh (most were picked that morning) selections.
We feasted on a taco bar, quinoa pineapple stir-fry, banana walnut pancakes, and many, many beers. The outside deck was the preferred dinner seating choice.
It was a week of intense relaxation: ripping through three or four books, playing poker, sleeping on beaches, and, of course, cocktails at every/any hour.
On New Year’s Eve, we all got scrubbed the salt from our bodies and put on our party clothes for a swank dinner out at Saba Rock, a restaurant on it’s own (teeny tiny) island.
Ah, sunshine. Sitting in my rainy room in London, it’s hard to believe that there are places in the world where I can wear a neon bikini rather than than the sweatpants, sweater, slippers and socks (going for a Quad S’s vibe) I’m donning now. Until next time Caribbean. We’ll miss you every day.