It’s Mark’s fault. Mark is an old buddy from Antigua. We go wayyy back. He and lovely Robin had a magical trip to Anguilla last June. They are there now as we speak and it’s all their fault. They enticed me with their stories about food and wine and dining and fun. I needed a break so Maggie and I decided it was time for a new island experience. Having been up and down the Caribbean, Anguilla was one of the few islands I had yet to see. Now, being a travel agent I am rather picking, I mean discerning about where I stay. I don’t like tacky tourism, I like small and intimate and I prefer low key. Mark recommended Meade’s Bay. Take a look and tell me, is this perfection or what? Long strands of white powder sand and glistening blue seas….ahhhhhhhhhh…. This is a small island but the beaches are simply sublime. Mark and Robin Skyped me a few times this week chatting up about Junks Hole and a few other places. What, there’s more beaches to see? Does this island GET any better?
I live on a Dutch Caribbean island. It’s quite a different experience, let me tell you. There are positives and of course negatives but for me, a former resident of Antigua, man I miss the British West Indies and Anguilla reminded me so very much of this. Besides, in Bonaire we really have no beaches. Being in AXA made me realize what I am missing.
A few other dreamy beaches I saw were Maunday Bay, the home of Cap Jaluca. Shoal Bay East over by Gwens was windy and wonderful. Rendezvous Bay (see my cover photo of me rejoicing with arms out) home of Dune Preserve and Smokeys is surreal. Ahhh..such choices…
I am planning my next escape soon and will report back. It’s an addictive island. It calls your name and beckons you back as soon as you ferry away…it’s my bliss..my Anguilla bliss.
