Our jeans stuck to us in the humidity, as we made our way through the tiny airport and into the refreshing relief of the air conditioned car.
We had arrived in St Lucia and were on our way to our first hotel, Capella in Marigot Bay, with the promise of some incredible adventures ahead of us and memories waiting to be made.
The roads snaked across the island, twisting their way around cliffs, bays and rain forest. The simple rules of the road that exist in England didn’t seem to apply here and our thoughts were confirmed by our driver when we asked about speed limit (there isn’t one) and drink driving (as long as you can drive in a straight line, you’re good) drivers overtake on blind corners and don’t indicate, but you very quickly get used to it and we settled back watching the stunning scenery fly by.
After an hour on the road, we drove down a vertical hill into the seclusion of Marigot Bay. Our bags were taken out of the car and whisked away to our rooms, while a frosty glass of rum iced tea was pressed into our hands. Ben sorted our paperwork and I acclimatised to the heat while the birds song mingled with the occasional thud of a ripe mango falling from the tree.
When we’d settled into our beautiful Caribbean-style suite (complete with our own kitchen, sitting room, laundry room, two balconies and a hot tub) we changed for dinner at the Rum Cave towards the bottom of the boutique resort, right next to the harbor.
It was a delicious meal with Caribbean influences, before an early night.
Keen to relax into island life as quickly as possible, it was an early start for breakfast overlooking the marina. A buffet of delicious foods, I inevitably chose local cinnamon and sugar coated fried doughnuts with a plate of fruit.
A natural body scrub making class, followed by a massage was booked in after we ate.
We padded across the grass and up a tree house ready to mix oil, sugar, salt, cocoa, coffee and honey into our separate scrubs. A lovely experience learning how to use every day cupboard items to make a luxurious body scrub that we could take away in beautiful glass containers.
After all that hard work, we were lead back down the tree house and into one of the treatment huts to be truly pampered and have all remnants of the long flight pushed and smoothed out of our muscles.
Our bodies just about carried us to the pool area when our massage was over. We both flopped onto the mattress of one of the stunning cabanas and immediately drifted into a dozing state. ‘Care for a coconut Mrs. Heath’ brought me back to the now and I dozily reached for it from the smiling waiter. The water was cool and refreshing and woke me up from my sleepy state.
Ben and I padded around like basking lizards jumping in and out of the pool until lunch time when we made the short journey to the swim up bar to order.
I had the freshest, most delicious Octopus Ceviche and Ben had a chicken wrap. Both washed down with another coconut each. Heaven.
After lunch, it was time to get dressed up. The reason we had come to St Lucia was because two of our friends (also the couple that were responsible for Ben and I meeting in the first place) were getting married.
The Villa had been transformed into the most beautiful Wedding ceremony.
White rose petals drifted down the aisle that sat atop the pool. Lined with hurricane lamps and six foot vases of white roses. Eight white chairs sat on either side of the aisle over the pool, looking out over the ocean and the setting sun.
The music started up and the evening turned into a blur of cake (by the ocean), white doves, sparklers, lanterns, laughter and dancing barefoot well into the early hours of the morning.