Thursday, June 11, 2009
A room with a view
To start off this new blog Beach villas BVI, now in 2015, I am posting some older posts from my travel diary, starting with the "renovations" year in 2009! I want to share some of the history and photos of this fabulous island with you. The photo below is "me and my Dad" in 2009. It was to be his last visit there before his ailing health prevented him from returning to his beloved beach house! I miss him there!
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Even with my love of writing, I can only ‘hope’ to aptly describe to
you this magnificent island to do it justice. Virgin Gorda – the fat
virgin! One of the British Virgin Islands, a long elongated island with a
huge volcanic mount rising steeply down its centre, it boasts numerous
idyllic bays to anchor in with perfect tropical white sand beaches lined
with coconut or green shady trees. The turquoise waters are inviting
and refreshing, crystal clear and pristine. Its simplicity is so
refreshing; unlike other islands that are over commercialized, our fat
virgin remains a favourite of the locals and visitors alike.
My family arrived here some 35 years ago and built on the beach in Little Leverick Bay within the North Sound. Surrounded by a grove of coconut palms and colourful flowers, we look out across the water to another island, Prickly Pear. To conclude your evening by lying on your bed listening to the wind rustling the palms and the waves lapping on our shore is nothing short of heaven itself. There is a serenity and peace here that surpasses any fabulous city. My family left today to return to Europe and I will stay on for some weeks. Our time together has been nothing short of wonderful. With his arm around me, my Dad and I are in a new place! It seems that as we all age, the bonds of love and blood supersede any uncomfortable memories. And so it should – life is just too short!
I reunited with family and to enjoy time just for me - to write, swim, snorkel, rest, think, ponder, study and enjoy a piece of paradise in chosen solitude. I will share my days with nature; with the bird parents nesting in the corner of the house, their babies growing and a strange trust developing between us bringing them whistling & fluttering onto my bathroom louvre or door, with the tropical water that cools me, the wind that blows my hair and the sun that kisses my skin into a deep honey colour. The rush of the city is far away and I am finally on “island time”. The faces that greet me have huge smiles, many are locals, and others like me are visiting or live here. All share the love for such a piece of heaven.
At present I am sitting at our dining table looking out through the large glass doors onto the sparkling water. The view is priceless! The lapping waves lull me and the skies are blue. I feel the breeze around my ankles; and as I look up I see two yachts with full sails heading across the sound. Mozart has just finished dominating the air with his genius and the whistling wind has taken over. I hear a ‘thud’ as a coconut falls through the sun drenched palm leaves. I have no appointments, no time schedules and for the first time as long as I can remember, my time is my own.
If you haven't already seen our website, click on www.beachvillasbvi.com
Even with my love of writing, I can only ‘hope’ to aptly describe to
you this magnificent island to do it justice. Virgin Gorda – the fat
virgin! One of the British Virgin Islands, a long elongated island with a
huge volcanic mount rising steeply down its centre, it boasts numerous
idyllic bays to anchor in with perfect tropical white sand beaches lined
with coconut or green shady trees. The turquoise waters are inviting
and refreshing, crystal clear and pristine. Its simplicity is so
refreshing; unlike other islands that are over commercialized, our fat
virgin remains a favourite of the locals and visitors alike.My family arrived here some 35 years ago and built on the beach in Little Leverick Bay within the North Sound. Surrounded by a grove of coconut palms and colourful flowers, we look out across the water to another island, Prickly Pear. To conclude your evening by lying on your bed listening to the wind rustling the palms and the waves lapping on our shore is nothing short of heaven itself. There is a serenity and peace here that surpasses any fabulous city. My family left today to return to Europe and I will stay on for some weeks. Our time together has been nothing short of wonderful. With his arm around me, my Dad and I are in a new place! It seems that as we all age, the bonds of love and blood supersede any uncomfortable memories. And so it should – life is just too short!
I reunited with family and to enjoy time just for me - to write, swim, snorkel, rest, think, ponder, study and enjoy a piece of paradise in chosen solitude. I will share my days with nature; with the bird parents nesting in the corner of the house, their babies growing and a strange trust developing between us bringing them whistling & fluttering onto my bathroom louvre or door, with the tropical water that cools me, the wind that blows my hair and the sun that kisses my skin into a deep honey colour. The rush of the city is far away and I am finally on “island time”. The faces that greet me have huge smiles, many are locals, and others like me are visiting or live here. All share the love for such a piece of heaven.
At present I am sitting at our dining table looking out through the large glass doors onto the sparkling water. The view is priceless! The lapping waves lull me and the skies are blue. I feel the breeze around my ankles; and as I look up I see two yachts with full sails heading across the sound. Mozart has just finished dominating the air with his genius and the whistling wind has taken over. I hear a ‘thud’ as a coconut falls through the sun drenched palm leaves. I have no appointments, no time schedules and for the first time as long as I can remember, my time is my own.
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