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Caribbean
Nevis
Shuttled to my hotel, we passed multicolored houses, goats in the road, and monkey-crossing signs on the “highway,” which was more like a path. We settled into our room overlooking the Atlantic and went to try the local drink. We planned a private event for two friends on the beach. It was a food and drink extravaganza. I recall a five-course meal personally prepared by the five-star chef, who sat down with us beforehand to decide our meal options. We all sat in silence as we watched the sun set at our private table, surrounded by plants that had been set up especially for us.
The next day we snorkeled, tried jet skis for the first time, and sailed. Sailing will always be my first choice on the water. I like the quiet. The next day we rented a car and drove around the island to the other beaches and into the small town. When we returned to the hotel, my travel companion and I ventured down the beach to a little shack that sold a local drink called Killer Bees. It was sweet as can be—but loaded with rum! Later that night at dinner, I just stared at my food with no interest, only wanting to sleep.
Sunsets, great food, Killer Bees, and coarse, dark sand are my memories of this small island. I saw Lauren Hutton at the airport when I left the island and got pulled out of line for taking home some shells. I had not known that it was illegal to take shells off the island.
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