O hai, final day in May! You kinda snuck up on me there. This month has seriously been a complete whirlwind, with some seriously cool things having filled my schedule (the Chobani dinner and — have you heard me mention it enough yet? — Reach the Beach in particular come to mind!). Last night I got to finish off the month with a delightful performance of The Music Man at the Arena Stage in DC.
76 trombones led the big parade…
I’d never been to this theatre before, but it was a pretty cool concept! It really was set up like an arena, with the audience sitting on all four sides of the small stage in the middle. It definitely meant that there was some creative staging, although I’ll admit that having the actor’s backs turned to us some of the time wasn’t totally ideal. I thought the actress who played Marian was quite spectacular, but while the actor who played Professor Harold Hill definitely captured the spirit of the character, well, he was just no Robert Preston.
Of course, prior to finishing out the month of May with a flourish of Prof. Hill’s conductor’s baton, there was other thing that took up a rather large chunk of my time. You know, that laying on the beach drinking highly caloric frozen cocktails thing. That St. Maarten thing. And I know that I’ve already given you a snippet of the photos that I managed to take myself (though few and far between they were, relatively), but my glorious photog brother Ben and his fiancee Taylor have officially finished editing their multitude of photos… and you know what that means!
I feel it should be noted that I did, after all, manage to fake enough bikini confidence to brave four of the five days in one. And for those of you who may be curious, every single one of my bathing suits came from Old Navy (though the hot pink bikini is probably the only one that is still in stores). LET THE PHOTO OVERLOAD COMMENCE! (All photo cred goes to Ben Powell Photography.)
My mom, my sister, and I playing around the hotel pool.
We stayed at the Summit on the Dutch side of the island. It’s really close to the American University of the Caribbean, so we’d actually stayed here before when visiting Dan and Jen while he was in school. (My family spent Christmas 2008 in St. Maarten, and I also returned the following March for Spring Break my senior year.)
There was the cutest pair of Frenchies that belonged to the owner of the hotel’s restaurant, “Deep Bleu”! They kept us company during a few of our lunches. One of them had that amazing ugly-cute messed-up teeth/hanging out tongue thing that some smooshy-faced dogs get. Totes adorbs.
We spent most of our time lounging around the pool that first day, but made a late afternoon jaunt over to Mullet Bay, the closest (and best!) beach to where we were staying.
It didn’t take long for all of to hop into the water, which was delightfully temperate. I love bobbing around and jumping in the waves, it’s so much fun! It took all of one wave to knock my mama over, haha. She’s so cute. 🙂
Salty, sandy, and already freckled!
The hilarious thing about this shot is that it wasn’t even staged. We were really all standing like this, haha.
After we got cleaned up from our beach adventures, we headed out to a local restaurant called The Boathouse for dins. I vaguely remember having come here before. I got mussels, which were okay, and a guavaberry colada which was delicious. Making and selling guavaberry liquor is one of the only non-tourism related streams of revenue for the island!
I AM A GIANT.
Note to self: bring a fellow female who is taller than 5’2″ on your next vacation so you won’t feel so awkwardly ginormous in pictures like this.
There may or may not have been karaoke during dinner. Heh.
After a full day in the sun and a filling meal, I was way too wiped out to go out or anything that night. In hindsight, this was probably a very smart decision, since my sister and her hubby both met some of their med school friends at a nightclub and were not in the best shape the next morning, bahaha. I think I was fast asleep by 10:00, and I didn’t wake up once during the night, which is rare for me (I’m a very restless sleeper most of the time). Comments like this tend to make people hate me, but it really is true that laying around in the sun all day takes it out of you. Must be all that Vitamin D creation, eh?
Overview of Marigot from the fort
The next morning our group ventured into Marigot, a little… town… area… place? over on the French side. It boasts St. Maarten’s only indoor shopping mall (about 1/16th the size of Tysons Corner, haha) which is filled with very expensive stores. It also has a WONDERFUL French bakery called Serafina’s, where I procured a small salmon quiche and a bite of everyone else’s croissants, hehe. This is also the place where I got the Harry & Daxter chocolates that I mentioned in my other post.
Marigot also has the big outdoor souvenir market where you can buy anything from dresses and handbags to paintings, jars full of sand, and rum. Oh, the rum. My wallet is rather glad that I abstained, since my past trips to St. Maarten had me coming back with all sorts of trinkets, but it was still fun to walk around. After we wrapped up in Marigot, we dropped the ‘rents back at the hotel and us “kids” went over to Baie Rouge. No pictures of that particular beach seem to have made it through the ringer, but rest assured it was very fun!
Later that day, in the early evening, I also went to help take Ben and Taylor’s engagement pictures back at Mullet. There’s nothing quite like that sunset lighting, I tell ya. I can’t wait until they’re done editing all of them, some of them came out really cool. Here’s one little teaser:
Can you believe I took that? Sure, it was with Ben’s amazing 5D Mark III, his amazing lens, and with his specific tutelage, but still. I’m quite proud!
The following day was spent at Orient Bay, arguably one of the most popular tourist beaches on the island. They have a great setup where waiters come out to your beach chairs and bring you drinks, food, whatever! I tried to ask our server if they had coconut water, since down there you can sometimes find vendors who will just pop a straw into a young coconut and hand it over, but he said sorry, he took the last one! I settled for another BBC instead.
Me and my “big” sister, hehe.
Our final full day in St. Maarten was spent with a final trip to Mullet Bay, cocktails by the pool afterward, and a full-scale family photoshoot. (Oh come on, would you really expect anything less?
Aside from missing my pops, who is in Africa right now on a work trip, this is the entire combined Powell & Robinson gang (including one future Powell, of course!).
And just the polka-dot-tastic Powells, hehe.
We spent our final hours on the island at Sunset Beach, which is the beach right in front of the airport. You can see the planes coming in right overhead, and if you’re not careful where you’re standing when the planes take off, you can get sandblasted right into the water!! I took another couple of shots of Ben and Taylor underneath an incoming 747, so hopefully one of them came out and I can show just how close the planes fly in. It’s super cool!
Okay. Phew. I think that just about covers it. For those of you who have made it to the end, I commend you. What a month, eh? I hope you all had a May that was as incredible as mine! Bring it on, June. 🙂