St. Lucia Jet Lag Journal
While no jet lag is to be had if traveling from the East Coast down to the Caribbean, my little jaunt for 4 nights and 5 days to St. Lucia still deserves a place in our travel series. Never one for Halloween, and so to skip the holiday hullabaloo in the city, I planned a lil’ getaway for myself and my main man to celebrate turning 30 and our 5 year anniversary. I’d been eyeing St. Lucia after reading this Hither & Thither blog post, last year.
While I knew I’d probably not make it to the luxurious Jalousie resort that I dreamed about, I was determined to get to the island nonetheless. It just so happened that I finally accumulated enough JetBlue points and was able to also finally use a work travel barter to secure our hotel stay at the small, quiet, clean, and beautiful Calabash Cove.
This picture depicts our one “cultural” piece from the trip–local road-side cheese sandwiches. We arrived on a day of festivities, something along the lines of celebrating history and culture, our driver told us, and during our drive from the airport to the resort, he asked if we’d like to try some local bread. We were famished, and said, “Sure!” The woman pictured here apparently does this every day: makes fresh bread from her wood burning oven and sells it on the side of the road, placing chicken or cheese inside for quick sandwiches. So cheap, so good, I’m glad the driver suggested this stop.
When you see travel images from St. Lucia, they often feature the Pitons (a glorious and picturesque pair of luscious mountains), and the southern part of the island. Our boutique resort actually had us traveling and staying in the Northern region–which is an hour and a half away from the Pitons. We quickly made the decision that we’d have to go without seeing the Pitons or doing any island activities (most of them take place down in the Southern part) with a 3 hr. round trip and $200+ car service fee, it didn’t seem worth it since we were only there for a few days. . .
But we quickly settled into our own lil’ bookworm routine, as we each had brought along our newest, respective novels that we were keen on diving into (mine: The Signature of All Things and his: the Chilean fiction tome 2666). So each morning we had an early, calming complimentary breakfast with this view to just stare at in wonder every day.
We’d head down to the beach for the morning, dodge in and out of the scattered rain storms (it’s the wet season there right now), and grab a bite for lunch poolside, and then spend late afternoon by the infinity pool. It must be said, that the staff is so attentive at the resort. And since it’s boutique, it’s small, and the staff employee to guest ratio is probably 3:1, a nice bonus.
Like most of the Caribbean islands, I’m never expecting a lot from restaurants as far as a “wow factor.” We left the resort for one evening, and weren’t impressed. One other night we ordered room service, again, not horrible but not amazing by any means. The third night, we ordered a bottle of wine and had a local pizza place (called Pizza! Pizza!, no joke!) deliver to the resort–a cute, cheap night in. But the last night to celebrate our 5th anniversary from our first date (I think I just aged myself here. . .) we ate at the resort restaurant (the same one you eat at breakfast at), and we finally felt like our money was well spent. Prosecco, scallops and 2 desserts were consumed quite heartily.
We were bummed to say goodbye to our lazy, lounging bookish island days, that’s for sure, but I was ready to come back to where there is no confusion about tipping and some better meals. All that said, if and when I go back to the island, I’d stay this time in the Southern part, just to say I’ve seen the Pitons. But I do still recommend our resort for the couple or guest that is looking for more respite, less congestion, to really get away from it all.