After our hectic activity-filled 16-day trip to Central/Eastern Europe last October, I promised Bill that our next trip would be a chill/relax/beach-type vacation. Since I had never been to the Caribbean, it was not as easy for me to sell this destination to my high-end clients due to my lack of familiarity. With all the different islands to choose from, my pick was actually made pretty easy. A friend of mine who works as a top executive of one of the top luxury resorts in the region, gave me an offer I couldn't refuse: Stay in one of our premium beachfront suites, which normally go for $1300.00-$2300.00 a night, practically for free. So off with nothing but our swimsuits we went to La Samannain Saint Martin!
"The island! The island!"
a rainbow welcomes us as we land
view from the breakfast nook
view from the main building
La Samanna's private beach
view from our digs
awww shuckks...sweet scribble from Bill in front of our crib
heart on the sand
with my surrogate dog
" Sean of a beach" with his surrogate bitch
My iPostcard from La Samanna, Saint Martin, French West Indies
Some of our fellow guests at La Samanna highly recommended that we drive up to the northwest side of the island, take a small motor boat, and have lunch at Pinel Island. It is also known as Isle Pinel, a tropical paradise off French Saint Martin.
But as soon as we finished exploring this small island, which only took less than half an hour, we couldn't wait for the next boat ride to take us back to the main island. The food and amenities were a bit overpriced, the beach was overcrowded with a Euro-trash crowd and was nothing great compared to our private beach back at La Samanna. So we were just there long enough for the next boat. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. At least I now know better than to highly recommend this stop.
In L.A, celebrities & the paparazzi that indefatigably hound them are a pretty common sight. I feel bad for "some" celebrities whose privacy is constantly invaded by these detestable paparazzi. Well, during our vacation in Saint Martin/Sint Maarten, I constantly kept bumping into American actor, Jason Biggs of "American Pie" fame, who also happened to be a guest at our hotel, La Samanna. Somehow, I found myself falling into the trap of the sordid world of paparazzi, and participated in the shameful act of playing paparazzo.
lounging at the La Samanna swimming pool.
Well, he obviously no longer needs an "American Pie". LOL
zooming in on the lovebirds all goo-goo eyes on each other
walking on Front Street in Philipsburg,
Sint Maarten, Netherlands Antilles
I was in the middle of filming my iPostcard for my travelblog,
I am the result of an accidental and final creative effort between my mother, a writer & retired hotelier who comes from a musical family, and my father, a joker & retired airline man who has an enormous zest for life. People who know them well have said that I've inherited the best of their gifts. This is an attempt to share parts of my mundane life, which include entries about my family, my "in-laws", my friends, my pets, my travels, my adventures, my goofing around, and some of my feeble endeavors in writing, poetry, and song writing, etc. Hope you like my bloggerole of rigmarole ... my bloggerdash of balderdash!