We arrived in Soufriere, St Lucia the evening after our beautiful wedding. After staying up until 4 am, dancing in a (gay) bar with my Mom and sister, Aunts, Uncle and Cousin. After missing our 9 am flight to Miami and frantically rearranging our flight plans in the car on the way to the airport. The roads on St Lucia are narrow and steep. Island driving takes... some getting used to. We wanted an adventure, and we got it.
Ah, St Lucia, a beautiful and frustrating place. Our first home here was the Villa Des Pitons, a charming and run-down lodge on the hillside overlooking the town of Soufriere. I think I would have loved this place if the bed had been a little more comfortable and the room a little less dim. I won't ask for great service (although the owner, Dora, was great)--it didn't take long to figure out that's not the norm on this island. Above, our little kitty friends at the Villa.
The door to our room.
View of Soufriere and the Pitons from the patio.
Not for the stair-averse. Everything on St Lucia is steep; it's a younger, mountainous Caribbean island.
Ubiquitous little-bird buddy.
Escher-esque and colorful. It's a large place; we felt like we had it to ourselves.
The entrance.
Toward the interior.
The jungle.
The steep driveway, and our white rental 4WD.
Up the valley.
The room.
We arrived in Soufriere, St Lucia the evening after our beautiful wedding. After staying up until 4 am, dancing in a (gay) bar with my Mom and sister, Aunts, Uncle and Cousin. After missing our 9 am flight to Miami and frantically rearranging our flight plans in the car on the way to the airport. The roads on St Lucia are narrow and steep. Island driving takes... some getting used to. We wanted an adventure, and we got it.
Ah, St Lucia, a beautiful and frustrating place. Our first home here was the Villa Des Pitons, a charming and run-down lodge on the hillside overlooking the town of Soufriere. I think I would have loved this place if the bed had been a little more comfortable and the room a little less dim. I won't ask for great service (although the owner, Dora, was great)--it didn't take long to figure out that's not the norm on this island. Above, our little kitty friends at the Villa.
The door to our room.
View of Soufriere and the Pitons from the patio.
Not for the stair-averse. Everything on St Lucia is steep; it's a younger, mountainous Caribbean island.
Ubiquitous little-bird buddy.
Escher-esque and colorful. It's a large place; we felt like we had it to ourselves.
The entrance.
Toward the interior.
The jungle.
The steep driveway, and our white rental 4WD.
Up the valley.
The room.
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