Clever Nomad

Mr. Nomad and I are jaunting off on an adult weekend away in June! This time, we're headed to Maine to celebrate our 9th anniversary. It's going to be my first time in New England, and I'm excited to see a new (for me) part of the country. We only have three nights, which limited our choices somewhat. We decided it's best to fly into Portland, since it's a direct flight from Atlanta. This does limit our options on where we can go, since we don't want to undertake a four hour car ride to famous Bar Harbor for such a short trip.

Instead, we've decided to focus on the southern coast of Maine. We're staying in that famous Republican stomping ground, Kennebunkport. It's been a vacation spot since long before the Bush family made it famous, and frankly, I just like saying Kennebunkport. Kennebunkport. Kennebunkport. It's fun. Try it.

Plus, turns out Maine isn't all that warm in June. So, the further south, the warmer. I'll probably be in wool sweaters.

After lots of research and review reading, we've decided on the Captain Fairfield Inn, seen here in snowier times:


This B&B is slowly undergoing a redecorating room-by-room. It's going from a traditional, old-lady style decor to a modern, sleek look. I am very excited to see it in person. We've opted to stay in a newly renovated room, sight unseen. Apparently there is pomegranate paint, a wallpapered accent wall and a zebra headboard. Sold.

Plus, it's haunted.

Now, we just have to make decisions on what to do. Whale watching, biking, eating a White Barn Inn, the only AAA 5-star restaurant north of Boston? All of it?

So excited about our new adventure.

I've been rather silent around these parts, mostly because I've been slammed busy. Our deck renovation project is well underway. We've completed demo of the existing deck, have expanded and built the new deck and stairs, and the contractor is now constructing the covered area. It's a large area - 21' x 14' - and we're excited to have a little bit of vacation right outside our back door. We cannot wait until it's complete. The structure should be complete by the end of the day tomorrow, and all that's left is putting the rails up this weekend and then painting. But, by the end of this weekend, we'll be able to use it! So pumped. I'll post pictures of the process once it's all complete. Mr. Nomad has been doing a ton of extra work, so he has monopolized the laptop at night.

On another front, we have some Nomad News. I'm pregnant - again! Yes, I am 13.5 weeks along with our second (and probably last) child. We are really excited but also a tad nervous. We're going to have a hectic couple of years, but we cannot wait to travel and share our adventures with our wee nomads.

We did get the chance for a weekend getaway recently. Last weekend we headed to Hilton Head Island, SC - this is our default getaway. It's 4 hours from our house, we have good friends there, and there is a ton to do besides the beach. We love riding bikes on the many trails, eating at the good restaurants, shopping (well, I like the shopping), hanging out at waterside restaurants and checking out the boats at the various marinas. For us, even though the water lacks that Caribbean blue that I so love, Hilton Head offers so much to do. Plus, we've been there so often it feels like a second home.

Even though I love traveling far and wide, stateside getaways has their advantages. Where's your favorite "close to home" getaway?

It's been almost two months since we left for our cruise. It feels like five months. Turns out a toddler (plus a full time job) keeps a person busy. We don't have any really exotic trips on the horizon, just an upcoming weekend on Hilton Head Island in SC and another weeklong trip to the same island in July. Hilton Head has become our default beach vacation when we don't want to travel far. While the beaches leave something to be desired for this Caribbean-loving girl, the restaurants, biking and shopping really can't be beat. Plus, we have good friends who live there, so it's kind of like going home.

We are also redoing our deck. We're expanding the deck, redoing the boards, relocating and rebuilding the stairs, and then covering the whole 14 x 20 space. Dave demolished our deck yesterday, except for the support boards. A few days of manual labor will be good for him. Pictures coming soon on the deck project. It's a larger project than we'd anticipated, but we're excited about the results.

Well, here we are... our final port. Several months before we left for the cruise, I'd started researching Tobago to determine what to do in our short time on-island. I truly don't know a ton about Tobago, as it's not a destination easily reached from the U.S. I tossed around the idea of renting a car, stopping by Pigeon Point and then just seeing what the island had to offer. In the end, we realized we didn't have a single port day "on the water," so we opted to sign up for a catamaran cruise with Island Girl. Again, this excursion is not found through the cruise line. I believe Celebrity is dropping Tobago as a port after this year. It's really too bad; I personally found the island worthwhile and would love to return for an extended visit.

Tobago is part of the island nation of Trinidad and Tobago. This island nation is the furthest point south in the Caribbean, and Trinidad sits literally right on top of South America. These islands have a rich culture; a mix of Afro-Caribbean, Indian and South American descended residents makes for quite the melting pot. Tobago is the much sleepier, much smaller cousin of Trinidad.

The port of Scarborough definitely left a lot to be desired. It's a port, plain and simple. After getting off the ship, we met up with a group headed to Island Girl. We all boarded a mini-bus and took a 20-30 minute ride to Mt. Irvine Bay, where we could see Island Girl waiting. We quickly gave our shoes to the crew, jumped in the dinghy and found ourselves comfortably situated on the u-shaped benches near the front of the cat. The 43-foot cat holds around 25 people, and I believe we had a full house that day; nevermind, it didn't seem crowded to us.

Here is a photo looking back towards Mt. Irvine from aboard Island Girl:



As the cruise got underway, it quickly (as in, within several minutes) became obvious this was not destined to be the leisurely, smooth pleasure cruise many are used to. The waters around Tobago are not always placid; I was prepared for this. Fortunately, I am not afflicted with sea-sickness. I cannot say the same for others and I believe many were a tad green around the gills during our trip, including Dave from time to time. I admit, I was a tad worried initially, but after around 10 minutes, I became used to the motion and had no further worries.

As we headed out, we made the acquaintance of a lovely couple from England - hi D and J if you're reading! Most of the land-based visitors to Tobago are from Europe, England in particular. We talked to D and J on and off all day and are still in touch. It's great to meet people on vacation; we've met some really interesting and lovely people this way.

As we sailed up the coast of Tobago, the occasional development gave way to a more rural landscape. Tobago has natural beauty in abundance. As you get further from the developed areas, the water becomes an amazing deep aqua color and the black cliffs and emerald green trees give way to gorgeous slivers of beach, many accessible only by boat. It may be a wild ride, but for a snorkeler or diver, I believe the returns are worth it.

After about an hour to ninety minutes of salt-spraying fun, we arrived at our first stop: Cotton Bay. This is a lovely, small beach only accessible by boat (unless you're a mountain goat; I believe they could make it down the hill). The beach is golden sand streaked with black. It is truly a gorgeous cove. There is some better-than-average snorkeling just off the beach, and Dave and I jumped in and swam around after a bit.

Here are some pictures of Cotton Bay:



As you can tell, the weather began to turn a bit as we anchored off Cotton Bay. The clouds thickened and we wondered if we were in for rain. If so, the rum punch wouldn't be the only thing flowing. After spending some time ashore, lunch was served. Island Girl puts out a spread that I, for one, found to be absolutely delicious. Grilled fish caught that morning, stewed chicken, rice, hot sauce and a handful of salads were the offerings that day. The stewed chicken was literally the best I've ever tasted. I'd go back on Island Girl just for that chicken, no lie.

After lunch, we swam around in Cotton Bay for a while and then set sail for our second destination, a snorkel spot called Emerald Cove. This is, again, a spot only accessible from the water. This is a small cove with one of the healthiest reefs I've ever seen. I found it to be healthier than the Indians in the BVI, and that's good snorkeling. One interesting contrast between the USVI/BVI and Tobago... same fish, but the Tobago fish were enormous. Huge, mature sergeant majors, parrotfish, etc. populated the waters all around. I truly wish I'd had an underwater camera to get some shots.

As the afternoon wore on, our sunny day gave way to gray skies and rain. This meant that the visibility at Emerald Cove wasn't as good as it would have been if the sun was out, but the snorkeling was impressive nonetheless. After this stop, it was time to begin our long sail back. Though the seas were large, the wind was noticeably absent. I laid on one of the nets at the front of the cat and took a nap. With no sunburn to worry about because the skies were gray and 80 degree temps, I was content. After his stomach settled, Dave joined me on the net and we relaxed on the way back.

As we neared Mt. Irvine Bay, I began to hear rumblings from behind me. Our captain had located a large pod of dolphin, and as we neared, the dolphins began to jump and play right at the front of the cat, literally right under Dave and I. We followed the dolphins around for quite some time, until they got bored of us. It was a nice treat to end our final port day.

As we neared Mt. Irvine Bay, the skies opened up, and I mean poured in the way it only does in the Caribbean. We were immediately drenched. As we all settled our bills, we hoped the rain would abate, but no such luck. We boarded a wet dinghy is pouring rain and quickly returned to Mt. Irvine Bay. We bid farewell to our new friends and returned to the ship.

As we pulled away from Tobago (with a glass of Veuve from yesterday in hand), I marveled at the beautiful homes hugging the coast and realized I want to return, if only to eat that stewed chicken. Oh yes, and the snorkeling. And the roti. And the Indian food. I may be a tad food-obsessed.



I'll post a final wrap-up installment of our sea day, our return to San Juan and some additional photos of the cabin. I was truly sad for our port days to end. I loved the port-intensive itinerary and frankly, will only do cruises in the future with these types of itineraries.

l'll warn you readers: as the days went by, our picture taking became less and less. We were lulled into the rhythm of vacation and relaxation, and consequently our trip journaling suffered. But we still got a few great shots of both Grenada and Tobago. This will be the most boring of all the segments, because we opted to take it easy on Grenada.

I've harbored a strong desire to see Grenada for years now. I've had many travelers tell me it's a lovely place, and the book "An Embarrassment of Mangoes" certainly plays up Grenada as one of the author's favorite places in all of the Caribbean.

I knew we'd be tired by the time we reached Grenada, so we planned for a beach day. I thought we'd walk around St. Georges, check out the Carenage (touted as one of the most picturesque of all Caribbean deep water ports) and taxi over to either Magazine Beach or Morne Rouge.


One of the Summit's sister ships, Millennium, was in port with us that day. It was odd watching our mirror image ship pull in alongside us, but very cool. These folks were on a 10-day Southern Caribbean voyage, so I admit a tad bit of jealously towards the passengers aboard.

Upon disembarking the ship, I was somewhat surprised at how developed Grenada's port facilities are. This island clearly wants cruise ships, and has spent a considerable amount of resources building a large indoor shopping area attached to the port. You must enter through this shopping arcade to get to St. Georges, and I imagine this area is good for business.

We dodged the many aggressive trip hawkers as we made our way to town. Once on the streets of St. Georges, we encountered several friendly folks: one who proudly told us about the country's independence celebration a few days prior, and another who helped us out with directions just because we looked lost.

After walking up what must be one of the steepest hills in the Caribbean, we found the Carenage. I'm not sure what I was expecting... I thought there would be more shops lining the waterfront or something. It is a picturesque town in some ways, but somehow not what I was expecting. No worries. We found a taxi driver and hired him to take us to Morne Rouge for a morning of relaxation and rest.

Morne Rouge is a gorgeous beach, just past Grand Anse. I did notice there is a large pipe feeding into the ocean at one end of the beach, near the Gem Holiday Resort. We steered way clear of this end of the beach and opted to set up shop for the day a good distance away.

We rented chairs for around $10 for the day, and promptly took beach naps under the shade of one of the many large trees that line the beach.

Here's the busy end of the beach...


And here's the view from our chairs...


After napping and reading for the entire morning, we ate at one of the two restaurants on the beach, at the Gem Holiday Resort. I wanted chicken roti. Truthfully, the food was just okay. I kind of wish we'd opted for Magazine Beach because the restaurant there is supposed to be one of the best on the island. But, no regrets, the day was relaxing. That was our objective.

There is a ton to see on Grenada, including rainforest, waterfalls, history (especially from the coup and US invasion during the Reagan administration) and monkeys. By making this a beach day, we did miss out on seeing much of what Grenada has to offer, but we were tired and this was vacation! I loved our beach day. After a passing downpour, we jumped on a water taxi back to St. Georges.


We returned to the ship mid-afternoon, and chose to hang out on our balcony and around the pool instead of in St. Georges. As we sailed away, we opened our bottle of Veuve purchased in San Juan and celebrated another beautiful day in the Caribbean.

I'm forced to admit defeat. Work is derailing my plans to get the next installment out anytime prior to the end of the week. C'mon, a new job, a toddler... how hard could it possibly be, right?

For now, I'll give everyone a taste of my next installment: Grenada. Frankly, I could use a little Grenada in my life today, too.

I was simultaneously dreading and anticipating our arrival in Dominica. Anticipating because I've read plenty about this garden isle: the high peaks, the verdant landscape, the friendly people. Dreading because I'd signed us up for an activity that was sure to push the boundaries of my comfort zone: Extreme Dominica Canyoning. This is the #1 rated activity on TripAdvisor in Dominica (and there are plenty to choose from), so I swallowed my fear and decided to go for it.

Our room service breakfast was brought to our room around 7:00am, and we used our lovely balcony to watch Dominica come into full view...


As usual, I should have spent less time worrying and more time embracing the fun headed my way. Provided you don't have a paralyzing fear of heights, this is a great activity for anyone in reasonably good shape.***

***Let me clarify what I mean by reasonably good shape. There was a woman in our group who was severely hungover from the day before (as in, passed out and carried back to the ship). She was not an athlete and she hung in with us. Painfully, but still. Apparently they took a group of 70+ year olds the week before. So, it's doable so long as you don't mind some moderate activity.

We met up at the Fort Young Hotel, just a few steps from the ship. We arrived early, so Dave and I sat on the curb and watched Dominica come to life early on a Tuesday morning. Literally, eight out of ten people who passed greeted us, and did so warmly. The Dominicans are a friendly, happy people. Part of me thinks this is because Dominica is extremely difficult to reach and thus sees less tourism than other islands. Part of me thinks it's just their culture. Either way, the friendliness was welcome after our day on St. Kitts.

Truthfully, downtown Roseau leaves a lot to be desired. This isn't the picturesque Caribbean waterfront like Marigot on St. Martin or Charlotte Amalie. Roseau is rough around the edges, a tad worn down, and bustling. But the real beauty of Dominica lies far outside downtown, in nature and the people, so if shopping is your only interest, you might want to stay on the boat. But know that you are missing out on what this island has to offer.

After the nine of us were collected by Richard, owner of Extreme Dominica, we were transported to the Cocoa Cottages where we suited up and practiced rappelling. In case you didn't click on the link above, let me explain: we were getting ready to head deep into a gorge and rappel down waterfalls with about a dozen strangers. I was still edgy at this point, but the practice rappel gave me a good feeling for how secure one is strapped in while rappelling. There is no slack on the rope, so you aren't dangling around; you are fully supported. Here is the rudimentary practice device...


After everyone had a go at the practice rappel, we jumped in the transport and headed about 25 minutes to the gorge. The drive took us through some of the densest foliage I have witnessed. This island rivals Costa Rica in its lushness. Fruit everywhere, flowers everywhere. Nature on steroids.

After we arrived at the gorge, we finished getting suited up. The gear included: a sleeveless wetsuit, an insulating jacket, a secure flotation vest, a helmet and a harness with an absurdly loose diaper over the fanny. At least we looked like we knew what we were doing!

As we lined up to rappel down the first waterfall, I realized I was standing knee-deep in a river in the middle of the Caribbean, letting two complete strangers hook me onto a rope so I could (hopefully) land without incident some thirty feet below. Oy vey.

The guides, Richard, Jeffrey and Natjie (I am sure I spelled that incorrectly) definitely instill confidence in the safety of the operation. There are three safety mechanisms: you, the guide at the top and the guide at the bottom.

There isn't a lot of babying or hand-holding, but consequently people just go with the flow. As Richard told me, "we're not trying to give you a ride, we're trying to get people hooked on canyoning." In my case, success.

We used the helmet cam available for rent in order to get video of our time in the canyon. Consequently, we don't have a ton of still shots from Dominica, but we do have many video clips. We've uploaded a few to You Tube, and I'll share those below.

The trip consists of 5 or 6 rappels, and three cliff jumps. The highest cliff jump is probably 12-15 feet, and is really not scary. After the first rappel and cliff jump, my fear had pretty much dissipated. This was fun. In between rappels, you have to climb and float through the river to get to the next waterfall. The gorge is absolutely beautiful: mist falling down, sun filtering through, green moss coating the canyon walls, and the occasional bat flying overhead. The water was clear and drinkable on most days, though not on our day. As one of our guides reminded me, "there are about 200 people from your ship bathing in the springs at the top of this river." I'll pass, thanks.

Here are videos of two cliff jumps and a rappel. Since lighting in the cavern is fairly dim, video doesn't come out great unless you have a camera with a light... the helmet cam is not equipped with a light, so we did the best we could.

After an awesome couple of hours in the canyon, I realized that what goes down must come... up. Yes, folks, when you descend into the depths of the earth to a place few humans get to see, you must ascend. No one warned me about this part and for some reason this never occurred to me. I'm a bright one. There is a 30-minute hike up, first through a small stream and falls, the over tree roots and muddy terrain. The through a private garden (which looks nothing like the manicured garden you expect) and finally, blessedly, you reach the starting point.

After we returned to Cocoa Cottages, we were provided a homemade lunch: a sandwich with chicken, hummus, cucumber, lettuce and tomato. All accompanied by the most delicious, locally-grown, fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice I have ever tasted. Ah Dominica. I love you.

After we all settled our bills, we were driven back to Roseau by Jeffrey and Natjie. Some in our party needed sunglasses, and Dave and I needed to find an internet cafe to contact home and check on our son. Once we arrived in Roseau, Jeffrey and Natjie insisted on not just telling us where we were going, but showing us. Natjie walked us into the depths of town to show us the internet cafe before bidding us farewell. He is a lovely, hospitable person, and the grace and beauty of the Dominican people is with me still. After a very friendly encounter in the internet cafe ($2.50 for an hour of usage! The ship charges $0.65 a minute!), we slowly made our way back to the ship and to the aft bar to bid farewell to Dominica.

We'll be back. I cannot wait to share the beauty of this place with our son. I've heard the Chinese have some large interest in the island and are assisting in the major reconstruction project of the islands' main road. The Chinese government does nothing without ulterior motive, so I'm sure there are economic interests. I just hope this "assistance" doesn't destroy what is one of the Caribbean's best-kept and best-preserved secrets.