In celebration of seeing snow for the first time since the winter of 2011, I’ve decided to ignore all the drafts of posts I’ve written about Indonesia, Costa Rica, the Lesser Antilles, Australia and Europe and put together a little photo essay on the Caribbean.
As a kid, I heard stories of the infamous Maho Bay on St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands. My parents had gone there before I was born. The stories that told included peacocks, iguanas, turtles and turquoise waters. My brother and I had heard so many re-tellings of certain stories that for a while I thought it was all a fairy tale. Until we went.
The sensory overload I felt those first days was nothing I had ever experienced. I vowed to return one day. And so I did. Many times as a guest, as a resident, and as a volunteer worker. Here are some of the snaps I’ve acquired over the years, they are just as dreamy and impossibly perfect as they seem. A majority of these photographs are unedited. This is how perfect the water, the sand, the sky is.
A popular trail close to where I lived and worked, it brought hikers to ruins of a sugar cane plantation from 1780. The ruins are protected by and included in the National Park system of the United States.
Surrounded by other islands, most of the beaches on St. John have calm and safe conditions, allowing for the perfect snorkeling. If you happen to visit, you will finally understand that the beaches of dreams do exist. There are so many shades of blue in the Caribbean, you will never think of the color in the same way.
Should snorkeling being in your repertoire, turtles will invariably catch your attention. When I first saw my first sea turtle, I followed it for hours. It is easy to lose yourself watching the turtles feed and fly around their underwater landscape. It is too beautiful for words.