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[PUBLIC] Journey To A New World - The Cover Story
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Wed, Nov. 24th, 2010 11:03 pm
[PUBLIC] Journey To A New World

Today for the first time I journeyed to the Caribbean Sea. The first thing that struck me, even from the plane, was the water. Even from tens of thousands of feel, the water here was markedly different from the North Atlantic that has become so familiar to me. From on high, the water looked like roughhewn stone the color of a the sky. Indeed, were it not for the horizon streaking across the distant atmosphere like a terrestrial Milky Way, there would have been times I could not tell where the sea ended and the sky began.

We landed in San Juan for a five hour layover. I don't know why, but San Juan's airport gave me an acute feeling of paranoia. People going about otherwise innocuous tasks were suddenly assigned the most urgent of tactical priorities to my mind, and I was wary of everyone I met. That is, except of course, the two dozen or so other BackOffice personnel I was traveling with.

A turboprop took us to Tortola, the symbol of the Royal Navy's final victory over the famed Pirates of the Spanish Main. Now home to the capital of the British Virgin Islands, the island was extremely lax. We were more or less lead to a customs desk, although nobody was about to stop us from just walking around the building it was in to the city streets. Once through customs, we took a van overland to the dock, where a Ferry stood by to take our group to Peter Island, a few miles off the southern coast. We made the pier just after sunset, and were greeted by the most phenomenal dinner I've ever experienced on the road.

We've taken over the island for the next few days. Indeed, we ran down the resort's flag and ran up our own. The climate here is comically idyllic. In the evening, a breeze blows in from the sea with such a perfect temperature as to be utterly unnoticeable until something rustles, and only then do you realize this is more comfortable than you ever imagined moving air could be. From my room, the sound of the ocean gently crashing on the rocks outside even now tries to drag me to sleep, and I cannot imagine a more peaceful sound. All this evening was spent eating delicious food. Garlic potatoes prepared as I never thought they could be, a marbled beef more tender than any I have ever had with fat that tastes more like candy than meat. Raspberry and cream truffles in seemingly endless supply. After dinner, there was dancing under the stars in the incredible temperature of this place, with a sea breeze that carried away the heat and the perspiration of the moving bodies and made each step feel like the first.

I am utterly enchanted by this place, and I have not yet seen it in daylight.

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Current Location: Peter Island, British Virgin Islands

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(Anonymous)
Thu, Nov. 25th, 2010 12:22 pm (UTC)

awesome! enjoy... and happy thanksgiving!


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juldea
juldea
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Thu, Nov. 25th, 2010 06:27 pm (UTC)

Wow. Jealous. :)


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