Months prior to departing, I gathered information and pictures of St.
Barths from a variety of sources to share with the group. I hoped to build
their interest and capture their enthusiasm for their vacation as they
anticipated this brief moment in their lives. As the days grew closer, the
momentum and excitement grew. From previous conversations with a host of
people who had traveled to
St. Barths, there appeared a profound infatuation with the island
resounded. I seriously wondered how could this be possible… it was nothing
more than a volcanic island devoid of any natural resources. Common sense
and conventional wisdom would question how anyone could become so enraptured
by such an environment?
After much anticipation and genuine curiosity, our villa and experience in
St. Barths transformed into one of the most relaxing and peaceful
experiences of my life time. The
villa FAY
was the perfect choice. The beach was pristine and more relaxing than I
could have ever asked for. As a matter of fact, I found myself actually
sitting still for hours on end and I read five books. A majority of our day
was spent simply standing in the water and talking as the waves came
crashing in on the shoreline. It was without a doubt, one of the most
peaceful times in my life where I was not distracted by a series of outside
events, but allowed to focus on the moment and the people I was with.
Much of our surroundings in the United States have become overrun by
restaurant chains, (lousy ones at best), and huge hotels where every room is
the same. This is not the case in St. Barths. We discovered
fabulous
restaurants that are scattered throughout the island. It became an
adventure to tingle our taste buds with new foods that were so elegantly
prepared. My days of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on the boat where
long forgotten. The island was filled with legendary chefs who have
developed an intensity and passion for food. Great care was taken in
selecting the perfect ingredient for every meal. The presentation of each
dish was a work or art …how could I even begin to compare it to an American
“Happy Meal”. Eating on the island was not something you simply did because
you were hungry, but something you did because you had such a respect for
the talent of preparing good food and sharing the experience with friends
and family.
