A day in paradise

Yesterday will go down as one of my favourite days on earth so far.
(Other immensely perfect days include popping my Glastonbury cherry, holding a baby lion in Mexico, driving down Highway 1 to Santa Cruz, chasing the sunset on a moped in Koa Toa, snowmobiling in Whistler and New Years Eve in South Korea.)

We booked one of the sea front cabanas. A perfect chill out area, resting in the waves. A four poster double bed scattered with pillows and flowing white drapes on each corner.


The gorgeous cabanas on the beach

We had a picnic in our cabana, sea food (large shrimp, octopus, squid) grilled swordfish, salad, couple of Red Stripes, a fruit plater and chocolate cake. Perfect.
 

At 3pm there was a heavy rain storm, thunder and tropical rain smashing down on the beach huts and the shore. We shut our curtains and loved every minute of the washout. Watching the rain bounce viciously off the sea and sand.
After an hour of reading our books, drinking Jamaican Smile cocktails and squealing when a lizard jumped in our cabana to shelter from the storm, the sun came back out.


tropical rainstorm, as we're tucked up in our private seafront bed

We swam around the bay and watched two friends, who we'd met a few nights ago from New Jersey, get married on the beach. The locals were all whooping and clapping. Rain on your wedding day in the Caribbean is a blessing from God. They told us all Jamaican's wish/ pray for rain on their special day. They couldn't understand why us English folk wish and pray for the exact opposite.


The sunshine after the storm and the place where our friends got married

We'd already asked our butler to organise a romantic candle lit dinner on the beach at 8pm. So we headed back to the room to get showered. We opened the door to find the bathroom covered with lit candles, rose petals scattered everywhere, a hot bath covered with bubbles and champagne chilling on ice with two flutes.
The butlers even left a single rose and tuned the radio into a station playing love songs.


The perfect bath, a rose, flower petals, candles, champagne... sea food...

I was squealing like a little girl, jumping up and down in amazement. Jimmy was trying to pretend he'd organised it (can't blame a man for trying).

Obviously we jumped straight in the bath, popped open the champagne and lay back thinking how lucky, spoilt and romantic we felt.

our private candle-lit dinner for on the beach