Saturday, December 22, 2012

saint martin recap :: photo essay

I'm back from another week in paradise, aka, French Saint Martin. Putting on a sweater this morning instead of a bikini was ├╝ber challenging, but I am thankful that I was fortunate to spend some time away with F-stop, in a tropical eden.

I'm a snorkeling freak and one particular trip was a definite highlight. Currents were very rough the day we went out [not the day in the picture, obviously!], but skies were clear and sunny so visibility was fantastic. I felt awed and privileged to see two green sea turtles, a spotted eagle ray, a barracuda, squid, a porcupine fish and countless kaleidoscopic reef fish. [If you like to snorkel, please snorkel responsibly; coral reefs are fragile ecosystems.]

F-stop noticed a young starfish wash up on the beach, so he quickly rescued it. We took a photo [How could we resist?], but then at F-stop's suggestion, I swam far from the beach, safe from that day's choppy waves, and dropped him back in. Everyone needs a guardian angel sometimes, right? This particular kind of starfish can grow up to 1.5 feet! I saw some this size last time as I paddle boarded in the shallows.

In addition to hosting guests from all over the world, our hotel also accommodates a slew of iguanas. They love to sun themselves on the rocks near the sea and munch on vegetation, but a few of them are quite monkey-like. This guy reached the roof of one of the buildings via the climbing bougainvillea.

As I mentioned last time, St. Martin is not the easiest place in the world to eat vegan. Pasta is always a safe bet. I plan to recreate a version of this delicious Linguine Primavera, which was loaded with fresh veggies and dressed with a light, cheese-less pesto.


What it lacks in vegan cuisine, St. Martin makes up for in cocktails. I especially enjoyed Frozen Mojitos – basically a regular mojito zapped in the blender. Brilliant! I cheekily referred to them as "green smoothies."

We were apparently smack in the middle of a butterfly migration highway, so everywhere you turned, no exaggeration, you spied a trail of colorful butterflies. It was like being in a Disney movie.


On the street-vibe flipside, I saw some incredible angst-ridden graffiti like this Santa...

...And these apolcalyptic creatures. So much more honest than the banal, pseudo-propoganda-like murals for which Philadelphia is [sadly] famous.

Pretty little restaurant shack

Sunsets were crazy-magnificent every night.


Coming home was hard, but it's nice to know I was missed.

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4 comments:

Andrea said...

I've never been to Saint Martin but it does look exquisite. The colors are gorgeous. Believe it or not, while you were enjoying a lush, warm island paradise, we were visiting family and friends in cool and cloudy Philadelphia. We did get to Vedge, though!

Theresa said...

How beautiful! I love the frangipani flowers, and the agile iguana! And I discovered the joy of the frozen mojito this year - instead of blending I froze my mojito mix like a granita. In fact, I think I'll do it again for Christmas...

Dianne Wenz said...

Beautiful photos! Looks like you had a great time!

dreaminitvegan said...

Beautiful photo's! I loved Saint Martin.