View outside of our room...sigh.
Our spot on the beach
Beach view of Cap Juluca
Taking life in
The sand was like walking on marshmallows. Obviously I've walked on them before.
Pretty flowers in our room!
Champagne & Strawberries. Why can't I always have these when I walk through the door?
View inside our room
Breakfast ring shot
Pretty Moorish Architecture
Mmm. I want to go back. Now.
Me pre-haircut. That's right...I didn't even make it through the honeymoon before chopping my hair.
Ryan making a run for St. Maarten. I spell it the Dutch way, because it looks cooler.
I McLove Him
Yay we're lobsters. He's my husband for life.
Just because I'm married, doesn't mean I have to stop being a goofball...
Yay, now everyone knows he's taken (yes I still get giddy about this...maybe it's the possessive oldest child thing)
Ok, so where did I leave off....oh yes...
"We're goooiiinnnnggggg to ANGUILLA!!!" I fervrently texted all of our friends as soon as I found out. Seriously, not knowing your honeymoon is super fun. When you are planning your wedding, you know everything...the dress, the food, the music, the exact minute you should probably schedule a bathroom break...everything...because well, you are a bride and you are supposed to be super neurotic about all of those details. So, having something that you don't know about is just like extra amazing icing on top of your oh so fabulous wedding cake (or cupcake in our case). It didn't matter that my friends were probably like me and had no idea where Anguilla was...they had spent the last year trying to guess just as much as I had, and now was the moment for the big reveal :0)
After spreading the news in every way possible, I was dying to know where we would be staying. Sadly, I would have to wait through 2 flights and a layover in Puerto Rico, where all the women tried to hit on my hot husband because he speaks Spanish like he grew up in South America...well, that plus he's hot. After finally arriving at the super tiny Anguillan airport, we took a taxi across the island to Cap Juluca. Side note: The taxi drivers in Anguilla who pick you up to take you some place are the same ones to come take you home...you just tell your hotel or restaurant hostess who your driver is and they call them for you. I found this amazing after having spent the last four years in D.C. bargaining my late night rides home from Adams Morgan.
Upon arriving, we were greeted with a yummy tropical drink and a cool mint towel to freshen up. Nothing classes up a smelly three stop airport girl like a mint towel. Bring on the five star hotel world! We were then taken to our room, where there was an absolutely beautiful floral arrangement for us (my pics do it no justice) along with champagne and fresh strawberries. Sigh. And just when I didn't think it would get any better, I flung open the doors and saw the absolutely amazing beach view.
"ALLLLMOOSSSTTT PAAARRRAADDIIISSSEEE" I started singing in my best pina colada induced 80's love ballad voice. Stop. I'm mid-twenties, and on a tropical island with a very handsome man who is now my husband. This is paradise, silly. Short lived due to previously explained illness, but a girl has got to take heaven when she can! And I even got to live out one of my life long dreams...a nice long massage on a tropical island at sunset. Whoot Whoot!
I cannot say enough good things about our stay at Cap Juluca. The staff was absolutely amazing from the day we arrived until the time we checked out, and the beach was just wonderful. It is definitely the place to go when you are looking for utter relaxation. I also love the fact that the resort, if not the whole island, is seclusive without trying to find ways to obtain the status. If there is one recommendation I can give though, it is to get out and enjoy all of the unbelievable restaurants on the island. As a girl whose heart resides in her stomach, I cannot say this enough. The restaurants rock...and I will take you to some of the best on my next review!