After such smashing wedding celebrations (you can see the pictures from Emma and Ty’s magical ceremony in the tropics here) the new bride figured we could use a post-wedding cool-down. Smart lady, that one.
So a bunch of us packed our overnight bags, stocked some coolers with more beer and bubbly (we never learn) and piled into a pirogue. Laden with people, and probably way too much stuff, the boat cut across the water and headed towards a villa perched on a small island off the North West coast of Trinidad. More specifically, we were “going Down D Islands” – the nickname Trinis often use to refer to this gorgeous cluster of islands which lie between Trinidad and neighboring Venezuela.
Maybe fifteen minutes (and a lot of wind-tangled hair) later, we arrived at what was to be our new home on the water for the next few days. The feeling is akin to being plopped on a private vacation spot with your own glorious chunk of the Caribbean Sea welcoming you to jump in – pretty darn amazing.
The days that followed brought hours of lazing on noodles (the floating pool kind), late nights of laughter, and the sharing of the last of the delicious wedding food (my mouth actually waters when I see some of these photos). We stayed up way too late, teased each other about antics from the wedding, and soaked in the idyllic island air.
So many of us, coming together from various corners of the globe, were seemingly frozen in time in this peaceful Bay for a rare reunion in honour of two very special people. This was a “Down D Islands” escape that I’m certain the newlyweds and the rest of us will remember long past their first anniversary.