By Merci Maliglig
The unforgettable memories of the grandeur of St. Barths
keeps coming back to me, I can’t help but reminish and write
about it again.
From Toronto, St. Maarten is four and a half hours
flight. Getting to St. Barths from St. Maarten, on a puddle jumper ride, only the good-looking pilot and co-pilot can make your fear disappear from riding a small noisy plane. St. Barths has a real tiny airport that cannot accommodate regular planes. Only puddle jumpers come and go.
This reminded me of a romantic novel I read that says the male character who owned a private jet landed in St. Barths with his girlfriend and a couple of friends. It was such a romantic novel, that catapulted me to a certain high, exceptionally entertaining reading that suited a hopeless romantic like me, but when I got to that part of the story, all the illusions of romance got quashed away in thin air.
I had to drop the book in dismay and disappointment. This lady author’s researcher needed to work harder to obtain precise and truthful information.
The fact that it is impossible to land a private jet on
St Barths airport just ruined my reading.
For people who have never been to St. Barths, this book for sure made a great love story, unfortunately for me, I felt really cheated at the height of my emotions. I didn’t even bother finding about the ending, so much for that book.
The Bon Temps Villa where we stayed for seven days is a magnificent structure built on a cliff. Spacious 8-bedroom home with a well-looked after flower garden, mostly bougainvilleas of different shades.
When you come out of the bedrooms, there’s an Olympic size pool that you can jump on anytime of day or night.
Extra ordinary French provincial furnitures are all over the receiving room.
All beds are covered with pristine white bed sheets and the white embroidered cover is immaculate.
Outdoor is mountainous and dry. St. Barths cannot grow anything unless they fly in soil from France, Italy or Greece. Our Villa’s garden is so lush; I cannot imagine how much work went to maintain such a beautiful garden and landscapes.
People who come to St. Barths believe that the place cures weary mind and tired body. For lovers, who want to be away and needed real privacy, St. Barths is the place for them. I’ve always said that if it was possible for the early stage of a love affair to stay forever, no one will fall out of love and this world will never know the heartaches of a broken love affair. I know it’s just wishful thinking, will never be a reality because people change, love fades and somebody always end up being hurt.
In St. Barths, except for hideaway clubs and bars, the whole island shots down at ten at night. There’s nothing but gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of palm trees and the muffled sound of crickets as soon as the night falls.
All the roads are narrow and follow the curves of the cliff; they must all be excellent drivers to drive around there.
For sure it gets the young drivers adrenalin going. It is scary to travel alone, but a stay in a hotel in Gustavia, the capital where all the shops aand restaurants are and will make you feel secured ****