After what seemed like endless preparation, the move to the British Virgin Islands has finally come to pass. Some things had to be done last minute, which resulted in much angst and more unexpected outlays of money, but overall all it's a small price to pay to move and live where and how we want to live.
|No, the boys are not in captivity.|
That led to a trip to the pharmacy and much needed pill popping (Michael, not me, although I did think about sneaking one of the valium-like ones). That helped a bit, so we met up with our friend and ride to the airport to watch the July 4th festivities at the park (the parachutists happened, but not this particular guy; the fireworks photo is from Dennis E. Wilson).
You can't say we didn't go out without a bang!
Once the festivities were over, it was time to get back to the apartment, grab our bags, stuff the cats in their carriers, and head for the airport. Goodbye to another friend. Whaa.
We had no issues with the agent questioning our cat carrier sizes, but we did have the expected insanity at security. They waived me through holding both Puffin & Van Gogh, but when I got to the other side, they asked me to wait, still holding them as they found the bomb swiping stuff. Um - I have 2 scared, squirming cats - could you hurry it up? About 4 minutes later, I had them back in their cocoon. Before I could even zip them in, Michael was coming through with an unhappy Jack & Zura. I grabbed one of them, and this time the TSA agent told us to just put them back in the carrier right away. Why, thank you.
The cats were doing fantastic. No meowing and even coming out of the carriers to eat and stretch a bit.
The flight to St. Thomas was on time and uneventful. The tiny STT airport was a zoo though. Absolute insanity. Eons later when we got our bags and then maneuvered around the people standing around with theirs, we went to grab a cab. When the cab drivers found out we had cats, they told us law now required we take our own cab instead of sharing, so we ended up having to dole out $55 to go 10 minutes up the street. Hrmph.
|This is the next morning, but you get the idea.|
It was dark out, so I didn't get to see the view, but I was excited to have a morning surprise. Here it is. Ta Daaaa.
So here's a tour of our new place. We're in a small one-bedroom apartment (that used to be 2 even smaller ones) in a house that's split up into several units. We're in a resort, although the company that ran it has reportedly pulled out, so I'm not sure what's going on with it. We will have the occasional vacationers next to us, so aren't quite sure how that's going to work out (I've already enjoyed cigarette smoke blown around the deck corner and into my face, and they've been calling to the kitties).
Here's the bedroom with a requisite bathroom. The washer will also be in here.
We've got a nice kitchen with every appliance we could have wanted. It also has a nice view. There is also a bathroom off this room.
Then there's a nice sized living room with view.
Both the living room and bedroom access a long deck overlooking some smaller islands, with Tortola in the distance. So far, we've a had a fantastic breeze all day & night. I haven't found it overly humid (yet).
The deck will be screened in soon, which will keep the mosquitos (and hopefully no-see-ums) out and the cats in. That said, I spent two days using the leashes to train everyone to stay on our deck, so everyone's doing pretty well (when I'm out there). Now if we can just stop the resident human kids (here on weekends) from chasing and cornering our fur-babies, all while squealing (the kids, not the cats), the cats will probably think the place is perfect.
Now for the outside. We overlook the unused tennis court, a restaurant that's been closed since we got here but opened today for dinner (I guess we'll see how loud it gets), and a pretty pool I've yet to see anyone in.
There's a nice path to take you around.
The pool has no way to sit around it or anything, so you're in the pool or you're not at the pool.
The seating area below it has incredibly uncomfortable-looking chairs - with or without cushions.
This is the office with a jacuzzi or pond that looks unused and a bocce ball court that looks even more abandoned.
Just across the street are sugar mill ruins, which are supposed to look abandoned, with picnic tables to enjoy.
Even better is Mountain Trunk Beach requiring just 3-5 minutes of walking (uphill back, sorry).
That's it. Time for some refreshments. Michael & I walked to Hog Heaven. It was a looong, winding, hilly walk but felt good after traveling the whole day prior (sort of). If you come visit, we promise we won't make you walk it.
Yep, we're back in the islands.
Wet t-shirt contest!
It was very windy, which felt awesome and dried us right off.
And the views. Below is Moskito Island (that's how the owner spells it). When we had Jacumba, we took the narrow cut through here to shave off some time and then anchored off what was then a, quiet unoccupied island. Now it has Michael working on it some days.
Here are the other islands, including Necker, Michael's other place of business.
Tuesday, we were invited out for pizza night ($10) at Jumbies in Leverick Bay, near where bachelor Michael had been living. A real beach bar...with a beach. The best part was that we didn't have to walk there (which would have taken all night). We have access to a free car for a month. How lucky is that?
I'm not going to lie, I don't feel the same draw or connection to Virgin Gorda that I had from the moment I set foot on St. Kitts, but I am happy to be back in the Caribbean. I'm also glad that Michael's found another job he likes and that allows him to continue to grow his career. I'll be tying up some loose ends and moving my next book, a follow up to A Sail of Two Idiots, past the outline stage. Life is good right now. I'm going to enjoy it for all it's worth.
**********For those of you wondering if I'll be writing another blog, I don't have any plans for that right now. I have, however, created an Instagram account to post a few photos and am always on Facebook (Note: I don't "Friend" strangers on Facebook, but you're always welcome to private message me, reach me via the Instagram account, or email me via this blog's contact page). Thanks for following everyone, and thanks to Fountain Hills for giving us a place to call home and regroup.