If you’ve ever seen pictures or footage of St. Lucia (or if you watched the last season of The Bachelor), chances are you’ve seen the Piton Mountains. They consist of two distinct volcanic peaks in the southwest corner of the island. They’re a World Heritage Site and a symbol of St. Lucia. In a word, they’re gorgeous.
The local Piton beer (which is very tasty…I liken it to Corona, but more refreshing and with no need for a lime slice…perfect for a hot day) is named after the two peaks, the taller of which is called the Gros Piton and the smaller of which is called the Petit Piton. Based on the picture below, can you guess which is which?
If you guessed the one on the right is the Gros Piton, you’re wrong! A close look at the label on the Piton beer will tell you what the locals call the mountains…the Mystic Mountains. They call them this because of the phenomenon that is displayed in the above photo; every new view of the Piton Mountains gives you a different perspective of them.
That may seem like an obvious statement…duh, every new view of object will give you a different perspective of it, but the the Pitons take it to a whole new level. It’s like they move, grow, and shrink.
Sometimes they look really close together, like you could jump from one to the other, and other times they look really far apart (they are really about a mile apart). Then you’ll round a corner and the one that had previously been on the right is now on the left. It’s really quite extraordinary they way they morph.
While in St. Lucia, the hubby and I did the Soufriere By Land and Sea adventure through Sunlink Tours. We traveled down the east side of St. Lucia by open jeep from Castries to Soufriere and back north by party catamaran. Al was our fearless driver and Thomas was our funny and knowledgeable guide (see below about bamboo for a taste of his trivia).
Here’s our jeep. Al is all the way to right (and yup, that’s the elusive hubby on the left). I’m very sad to note that I never did get a picture of Thomas. He was so busy making sure all of us tourists were taken care of that the only time he really sat down was when we were riding in the jeep.
The highlights included:
Getting pummeled by a waterfall, which was quite refreshing (yes, be kind…that’s me in a bathing suit!)
Driving into a volcano, complete with sulphur springs that smell like–you guessed it–rotten eggs
Being entertained by the Captain (that’s him jamming behind the wheel) as he sang along with Bob Marley and “Big Bamboo.”
Every time I hear the word bamboo, it just brings me right back to St. Lucia. Did you know that bamboo was the national tree of St. Lucia? That is until they found out bamboo isn’t a tree at all. Now bamboo is the national plant of the island and calabash is the national tree. All the Americans on the tour agreed that our country would have changed the status of the bamboo to a tree just to avoid having to admit being wrong!
Time to make you all a little jealous: the hubby and I are off to St. Lucia tomorrow morning. We’re staying at Rendezvous, an all-inclusive with a swim-up bar and everything.
In honor of getting out of snowy New England, here’s some pictures from the last time I took an island vacation, which was to the incomparable French Polynesia.
I’m honored to have been given the Lesa’s Bald Faced Liar “Creative Writer” Blogger Award! Thanks to Donna McDine for recognizing my special talents as a liar…I mean writer. Check out her blog and website.
Here are the rules that I must follow:
Thank the person who gave you the award and link to them.
Add the award to your blog.
Tell six outrageous lies about yourself and One Truth.
Nominate six creative liars…I mean writers and post links to them.
Let your nominees know they have been nominated.
Okay, so I’m not very good at following directions, so I’m going to tell six almost truths and one absolute truth. Can you figure out the one absolute truth? (Check out the comments for the answer.)
I once ran a marathon in Alaska on a whim.
My favorite food is pepperoni pizza.
I read 65 novels last year.
I’ve been playing soccer for over 20 years.
My favorite Harry Potter book is the Prisoner of Azkaban.
I’ve never been on TV.
I got married at a haunted restaurant in Windsor, CT.
Today the hubby and I were sitting on a bench at the beach (the same beach at which I did my listening exercise). We had just stood up to continue our walk when a woman hopped out of her running vehicle and said, “Excuse me.” I had my hood on, so I didn’t even hear her, but the hubby did. We stopped and she said, “I’m looking for Anchor Beach.”
I gestured to the beach and around the corner and said, “I believe this whole stretch is Anchor Beach.” (Apparently she didn’t believe me because as soon as we turned the corner, we saw her asking someone else!)
It seemed weird that she was looking for a specific beach in the middle of winter, but we soon found out the real reason she was there. We rounded another corner and a news truck and a bunch of people were milling around. Cones and police tape had been set up and signs were posted.
At first I couldn’t figure out why all those people were there. I turned to my husband and quietly asked, “Do you see anything?” Just as I asked, I realized the rock I was looking at wasn’t just a rock. A baby seal was laying on it. He was so well camouflaged that he was hard to see. Can you see him lying there on the rock? (Scroll down to the bottom of the post for a hint.)
At first he looked dead, but as we watched and listened we found out that he was just basking in the sun and wasn’t hurt or anything. He was young but old enough to be out on his own. Our little visitor made the local news! Here he is.
I was so happy to have this little surprise spotting today that I did my own banana pose! (Okay, here he is one more time…this time I’ve circled him!)