This Spring and Summer have been really heating up in my world! Since getting back from Breathless Resorts in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico and catching the traveling bug again, I’ve been doing a lot more travel which alway makes my soul happy. I promised one of my besties to go on a cruise with her through Celebrity Cruises which were very nice… and old. Not so much the ship itself but the crowd. Our favorite couple at dinner asked us why we were on this ship with a bunch of old people and we immediately adopted them as our cruise parents. Celebrity is known for the food and when you have two foodies traveling to paradise in the middle of the ocean, it’s kind of a necessity. It was either that or fly there and this seemed like a nice kind of forced disconnect from reality option at a steal. Perhaps I’m a bit spoiled nowadays, but the nickel and diming of cruising really puts me off. I would rather pay an upfront price and turn off my brain on board. Drink packages require you to be an alcoholic every day of the week and my liver just can’t handle that anymore! It’s quality over quantity at this stage of life.
We lucked out with only a little rain when we left and by day two, we were laying in the sunshine, enjoying a bucket of beer and attempting to relax and not look at my cell phone except to take photos as there was no reception anyway. Because my bestie has timeshare deals, we had a pretty basic bitch bottom of the barrel room on the bowels of the ship which are nothing to write about. For young gals traveling on a tight budget, think of this as your ferry to paradise. But when we arrived, we were planning our own sort of DIY excursions and make your own adventures which turned out pretty damn good. My most favorite part of the trip was the beaches and yes, they had pink sand at some. For a pasty white girl, I really love the sun! And even in May, it was scorching at points even while wearing SPF 75.
Literally starting the week we were there, we went to a street fair which had the native dancers on the street. The Gombey is an iconic symbol of Bermuda, this folklife tradition reflecting the island’s blend of African, Caribbean and British cultures, incorporating them over time into a unique performance art full of colorful and intricate masquerade, dance and drumming. Since there is not a stone native to the island, I bought some pink sand earrings. Bermuda is an interesting mix of old world culture and British prim and proper ways. Men wore suit jackets with the Bermuda shorts and socks up to their knees with loafers. Uber and Lfyt are not allowed, all tours go though the tourism board only and AirBnB rentals are sparse. It’s very government controlled and squeaky clean unlike Caribbean countries.
Crystal Cave is an underground cave in the British overseas territory of Bermuda. It is located in Hamilton Parish, close to Castle Harbour. The cave is approximately 500 m long, and 62 m deep. The lower 19-20 m of the cave are below water level. Fantasy cave was my favorite with its sprawling length and the water connected to the Crystal Cave next door.
Always obsessed with caves, that was on my can’t miss bucket list and lucky me, there was not one but three caves all interconnected and one available to go swimming inside!
My pasty white self enjoying a swim in the natural public caves that connect to Crystal and Fantasy caves. People were cliff jumping about 20 feet into the water as well.
Our voyage back was a little rocky as we headed into a severe storm that forced the crew to board up some lower deck windows but we made it home safe and sound! Would I go again? You betcha. But next time, I’ll be flying and staying for a week. And maybe this time they will allow us to rent mopeds (we were two blondes denied access probably for the best)!