Caribe
Caribe
by westbound4©
Steven peered curiously out the small airplane window as the scene below swung into view. Glimmering shamrock-colored islands swam in the topaz colored sea, so clear that he could see the dark coral reefs and sandy shallows of the bottom some three thousand feet beneath the scattered white clouds, drifting lazily through the Caribbean sky. An almost boyish excitement was building in him—he needed this vacation so badly. For years Steven and his friend Matt had talked about renting a villa in the islands for a few weeks, but only in the last six months had the plan really come together. Steven's girlfriend Amanda had loved the idea instantly, and now that Matt had a new romantic interest that they'd yet to meet, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for a couples' getaway to all get acquainted and relax for a change.
The gentle bump of the plane's landing gear on the runway brought Steven's thoughts back to the present, and stepping off the plane filled his lungs with the moist air and heady perfume of the tropics. It had been years since his last trip down, and he'd almost forgotten how far away it seemed from the grind of life and work on the mainland. He squinted through the bright sunlight across the tarmac of the airfield to the waiting rent-a-car hut, slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder, and let the pleasant sensations of his surroundings begin to work their magic.
The bumpy red dirt track leading up to the villa from the main road was terrible, even in the four-wheel drive Jeep Steven had rented for the trek from the other side of the island. The sight of the house coming into view, nestled among the verdant tropical foliage at the crest of a hill, removed immediately any doubt in his mind about whether it was worth sacrificing the convenience found in some of the hotels close to town. Completely private, the Mediterranean-style home boasted whitewashed walls and sensuous curves, shimmering against the flawless blue sky. Steven parked the Jeep and was looking up at the towering three stories of warm stucco and ruddy terra cotta roofs when a familiar figure stepped into view on a wide balcony overlooking the driveway. "You've got to see this place!" Amanda smiled down to him. She'd been able to catch an earlier flight down to settle them in, and was already quite at home in a breezy tropical sundress. Steven unloaded his gear from the Jeep while drinking in his lover's features—rich dark hair framed her lovely face, chocolate brown eyes always glittering with just a hint of playful mystery. Joining her up on the main level of the house, he could appreciate all the more how well her new surrounding suited her.
It was Amanda's first time in the Caribbean, and the excitement she exuded was deliciously contagious. She led Steven by the hand on the grand tour of their exotic accommodations. The balcony where she had first appeared was just a part of a wide patio of glossy clay tiles surrounding a glimmering pool, around which were placed attractive lounge chairs and large pots overflowing with bright blooming flowers. Encircling the patio were the various rooms of the house, most open to the cooling breath of the trade winds. Amanda strode purposefully on tiny bare feet to a railing beyond the far end of the pool, and as Steven followed the vista below came into view. This side of the house overlooked a gentle slope, absolutely teeming with greenery, accented here and there with spills of sweet smelling bougainvillea blossoms or wild orchids glistening with dew. A winding footpath led from the house under the forest canopy below, and Steven could just make out its end far below, where it opened onto a beach of virgin white, lapped by the waters of a small private cove. Beyond that lay the wide Caribbean, barely distinguishable from the sky, with nothing but turquoise water between them and Belize.
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by westbound4©
Steven peered curiously out the small airplane window as the scene below swung into view. Glimmering shamrock-colored islands swam in the topaz colored sea, so clear that he could see the dark coral reefs and sandy shallows of the bottom some three thousand feet beneath the scattered white clouds, drifting lazily through the Caribbean sky. An almost boyish excitement was building in him—he needed this vacation so badly. For years Steven and his friend Matt had talked about renting a villa in the islands for a few weeks, but only in the last six months had the plan really come together. Steven's girlfriend Amanda had loved the idea instantly, and now that Matt had a new romantic interest that they'd yet to meet, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for a couples' getaway to all get acquainted and relax for a change.
The gentle bump of the plane's landing gear on the runway brought Steven's thoughts back to the present, and stepping off the plane filled his lungs with the moist air and heady perfume of the tropics. It had been years since his last trip down, and he'd almost forgotten how far away it seemed from the grind of life and work on the mainland. He squinted through the bright sunlight across the tarmac of the airfield to the waiting rent-a-car hut, slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder, and let the pleasant sensations of his surroundings begin to work their magic.
The bumpy red dirt track leading up to the villa from the main road was terrible, even in the four-wheel drive Jeep Steven had rented for the trek from the other side of the island. The sight of the house coming into view, nestled among the verdant tropical foliage at the crest of a hill, removed immediately any doubt in his mind about whether it was worth sacrificing the convenience found in some of the hotels close to town. Completely private, the Mediterranean-style home boasted whitewashed walls and sensuous curves, shimmering against the flawless blue sky. Steven parked the Jeep and was looking up at the towering three stories of warm stucco and ruddy terra cotta roofs when a familiar figure stepped into view on a wide balcony overlooking the driveway. "You've got to see this place!" Amanda smiled down to him. She'd been able to catch an earlier flight down to settle them in, and was already quite at home in a breezy tropical sundress. Steven unloaded his gear from the Jeep while drinking in his lover's features—rich dark hair framed her lovely face, chocolate brown eyes always glittering with just a hint of playful mystery. Joining her up on the main level of the house, he could appreciate all the more how well her new surrounding suited her.
It was Amanda's first time in the Caribbean, and the excitement she exuded was deliciously contagious. She led Steven by the hand on the grand tour of their exotic accommodations. The balcony where she had first appeared was just a part of a wide patio of glossy clay tiles surrounding a glimmering pool, around which were placed attractive lounge chairs and large pots overflowing with bright blooming flowers. Encircling the patio were the various rooms of the house, most open to the cooling breath of the trade winds. Amanda strode purposefully on tiny bare feet to a railing beyond the far end of the pool, and as Steven followed the vista below came into view. This side of the house overlooked a gentle slope, absolutely teeming with greenery, accented here and there with spills of sweet smelling bougainvillea blossoms or wild orchids glistening with dew. A winding footpath led from the house under the forest canopy below, and Steven could just make out its end far below, where it opened onto a beach of virgin white, lapped by the waters of a small private cove. Beyond that lay the wide Caribbean, barely distinguishable from the sky, with nothing but turquoise water between them and Belize.
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Sunday, September 05, 2010
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