Antigua

I really wished we would dock in the morning. Morning is gentle. Morning is breezy. Morning is merciful.

But no. We glided into Antigua at 11:00 AM—prime “let’s bake humans like pastries” hour. And as a bonus, three giant cruise ships were already there, probably unloading half the population of North America onto the island.

We’ve been to Antigua before and even spent a week here, so we know the beaches are stunning—white, silky sand that feels like walking on sifted flour. But I was absolutely not interested in going to the beach in the afternoon with a thousand fellow sun-seekers. I like the beach; I do not like being sautéed.

So instead, I made the most luxurious choice possible: a haircut on the ship. Followed by a lazy day at the pool, where the only heat I had to face was whether to sit in the sun or the shade (shade won, obviously).

We did step onto land in the afternoon, but only for a brief moment before deciding, once again, that the heat was the real captain of this trip. Back to the ship we went.

Tomorrow—Puerto Rico.
Fingers crossed for a cooler welcome… or at least shade within sprinting distance.Baca lagi