After nearly a week in St.Lucia, we woke up Saturday morning to a rainstorm. We didn't think much of it (we were just sad we would miss out on our last possible beach day)...that is until we got a phone call that the storm had been classified as a hurricane.
Being the optimists we are, we saw the hurricane as an adventure. I mean, everyone can say they have been on a beach vacation, but how many people can say they have survived a hurricane while on their beach vacation? So for two days we were trapped indoors with no electricity and nothing to do but be together. Greg impressed me with his manly skills (lighting the gas stove with a match to boil water and make dinner, wringing out towels that were soaked from the rain water that was coming in around the door of our villa). You can't tell in this picture because of the flash, but this was actually a candlelit dinner. It got pitch dark around 6 pm...thank goodness for the red Jesus candle and matches we found! So we laughed and talked for two days straight; in fact, we decided it was the first time since we were first dating that we had been able to sit around and talk like that.
After the storm finally stopped, we went out to see the damage.
Ya, we didn't make it very far. Unfortunately the hurricane had completely destroyed the main highway that goes around the island. NBD though, right? The next day (Monday) the sun was out, and with the highway closed and the airport closed, there was no way we were going home and back to work yet. So what do we do? That's right...we made up that lost beach day!
You can tell from these pictures we still have smiles on our faces. We thought the storm was over and the airport would open and we would get back to NYC, no problem. It will take a whole entire separate blog post to detail the "storms" we encountered Tuesday through Thursday, so be ready for "we survived a hurricane together (part 2)".