He had a hot car. She loved Jesus, but liked fast cars, too. Look where it got them, thirty years later . . .
Welcome to Caribbean Castaway. The culmination of lying in bed and dreaming your dreams out loud. . . and then trusting God and each other enough to take the plunge.
So, reader, enjoy the virtual tour . . .
Just over an acre of beautiful gardens, breathtaking ocean views, a private bay for snorkeling and watching the sun rise and set, complete with a private beachside cottage for the nights when you just wanna hear the surf all night. Best part? Ron and Joey and their warm hospitality is written over every single detail.
How bout waking up to this view? . . . look at the reflection in the door!!
Our morning coffee and snorkeling spot . . . we swam with barracuda!!
The cottage, literally thirty feet from the bay.
Ann Crowley, my traveling partner, sista and stylist and Joey spent a little time in the infinity pool.
View from my bedroom. By the way, each of the five main bedrooms is exquisitely decorated, but can’t compare to the view when its guest throws open the french doors in the morning.
No wonder these guys act like they’re still newly weds. They keep life exciting and are a complete blast to hang with.
Ron’s brother, Doug, threw down an amazing meal on our last night on the estate.
Every hour is happy hour in the islands. We arrived as acquaintances and left as good friends . . . just the way I like it.
Have I mentioned that I love my life?? It’s a gift from God that I don’t deserve, but I embrace with joy and thanksgiving.