My husband and I, and another couple, traveled to Turks and Caicos in March of this year. The four of us have been traveling together at least once a year, sans kids, for about five years now. We each take turns choosing a destination. This time Turks and Caicos got the call to be our host so the guys could go scuba diving.
I am leaving for a trip to London and Paris, so I wanted to make sure this trip got paid homage before my whole world starts revolving around France. (Before I “accidentally” answer “oui” and “merci” all the time. LOL. Paris = Life-long dream.)
Back to the beautiful island of Turks and Caicos. This little island is located in the Caribbean Sea, due north of Haiti. It’s name comes from the Turk’s cap cactus and the Lucayan term caya hico, meaning “string of islands”.
To say that the water was pristine would be an understatement. I have traveled to several islands in the Caribbean, but have never encountered such beautiful, aqua water. The beaches were white and perfect and there were flowers everywhere; just heavenly.
There was an understated sophistication about the place. It didn’t have the obvious party atmosphere that I’ve experienced on other islands, which I preferred. The people were friendly, but not intrusive. As I mentioned, the guys’ goal was to get some scuba diving in. My bestie, Meredith (you met her during the “Spring Smellebration” published on June 4, 2017) and I had other plans, which were no plans. Our goal for the trip was to sit in the sun, read magazines, laugh our butts off and have someone deliver us drinks, cook for us and clean for us. Three days of pure bliss (and forever lazy).
To sweeten the whole experience, it is only a 3 hour direct flight back to our home base outside of Washington, D.C. A completely doable trip.
Would I go back? Damn straight, I would; without hesitation. And, I can be packed and ready to go in 30 minutes. Just say when.