We pulled into the open air lobby-slash-driveway of the Capella at Marigot Bay and immediately felt a sense of relief. Maybe it was the welcome drinks. Yeah, probably. That and the fact that we were excited to finally get out of the car. Don’t get me wrong, the drive from the airport was gorgeous (think banana trees for days). It was just a little stressful since I’d never driven on the left side of the road. Not even the hardest part, btw. It was those damn turn signals. No, I don’t need the windshield wipers. I just want to turn left!
After we finished with all the boring logistical stuff, we were led through the beautifully manicured grounds to our room where we found a welcome note and treats waiting for us. Also, rum! Now that I think about it, we got a mini-bottle of rum in all our hotel rooms on Saint Lucia. Those Saint Lucians know what’s up. Pretty sure I’ve said it before, but I think it bears repeating: I love when hotels do this. You hear that hotels? If you bribe me with treats I’ll like you.
Our room was modern and spacious and we even had our own little plunge pool. All of which I knew to expect because I like to do my research. And by research, I mean scour photos online. For hours. Sometimes days. OK fine, weeks. I’m cool with flying by the seat of my pants once we’re there, but I like to have a nice place to lay my head.
While the Capella wasn’t my favorite of the three places we stayed on Saint Lucia (see part one and part two), it definitely had its strengths: air conditioning, swim up bar, rum cave, nightly turndown service (i.e. more treats). I don’t have any real complaints, but I wasn’t blown away by it either. I guess I just preferred the beach and views of the Pitons we got over in Soufrière. Seriously, guys, I could stare at them for days.
Oh, and here’s a little bonus picture of Anse La Raye I took on our way to Soufrière.
We met the coolest guy here (who we first assumed was going to ask us for money cause we’re suspicious Americans) but really just had a ton of love for his home country and wanted to tell us about it.
And then we met these hilarious little local kids who asked us some super inappropriate (i.e. dirty) questions after finding out we were married.
Ah, good times.