We’re half way through our week of luxury, and I gotta tell you, it’s been very nice. We have the pleasure of staying in a two bedroom, two bathroom luxury apartment with high thread count linen and THREE flat screen televisions. On the first day we moved in to the El Taj, I was lying on the plush King bed in the master suite flicking through the ridiculous amount of cable channels (because I could), and Tyrhone called out desperately from the living room, “Where ARE you Jane?” not used to being separated by the walls of multiple rooms.
Afterwards, we huddled on the spacious modular sofa with our legs stretched out, looking around at the stylish, temperature controlled, open plan kitchen-living area like a couple of gold fish who’d been upgraded to bigger bowl, unsure of what to do with all the extra space.
It didn’t take long to get used to it, however. Some people are uncomfortable with luxury (apparently), but I’m not one of them. Of course, luxury is relative and after backpacking through Asia for close to a year, our one room studio with its simple kitchen (including a fridge) and a noisy A/C seemed like pure bliss.
Now, we’re not so sure. In fact, we may have been spoiled forever.
We’ve made excellent use of the facilities here, enjoying the view from the infinity Jacuzzi which is perched over the main pool, overflowing into it like an azure champagne fountain.
Of course, Tyrhone and his little sister Taunee insisted on the obligatory sibling rough-housing, which completely brought down the tone of the place.
On the first night, we hit the beach club, Indigo, making use of the complimentary welcome buffet, before retiring to comfy sun lounges to listen to live music.
Taunee, a mad dog lover, was more interested in the band’s mascot than their music though.
The next evening we joined local families on the pier in our ‘front yard’, as they hauled shiny silver fish from the water with nets.
This little guy clenched tiny slimy fish in his little brown fists, waving them at us like, “Look what I’ve got!”
We then watched the sun set over our home away from home, away from home, streaking the sky peachy pink.
Since then, we’ve spent our time cooking up a storm in the chef’s kitchen…
Relaxing on the balcony overlooking the pool,
Or simply taking in the magnificent view of the Caribbean.
Yesterday, a huge storm rolled in, which may have ordinarily been an inconvenience, but we sat it out in our private jacuzzi, glad to have the opportunity to turn on the heat.
We’ve gotten quite used to living the high life, and I have to say, I’m not much looking forward to going home.
Can’t we just stay forever?
*P.S This was not a sponsored post, I just like to brag…