Purple sky

Caos lonely at the quay, one quiet night in Gustavia, St Barts. St Martin (SXM) in the background.

J'adore St Barth

We were supposed to sail down to Antigua to fix some stuff down there for a few days but we got stuck in between on this amazing French island again. St Barth is dangerously close to St Martin where we supposedly will spend quite a lot of time this year, only a three hours sail away, and I can imagine that we will find many future occasions and excuses to jump over to spend some good times here. St Barth is an exquisite French island smacked into the most beautiful of the Caribbean waters and it is very easy to fall in love with the style, the vibe and the beauty of this place. Having major headache from last nights party but Alex has already forced me to change the sails so we're now on our way on the seas again. Hoping that the salt water and breeze will help me to recover.. 

Last night in St Barts

We sold the fish and went for dinner at L'entracte instead. Great food, great service, great atmosphere and great conversations just by the harbor. It's very busy around here at the moment, restaurants, bars and clubs are jam packed compared to when we were here last time two months ago. It's summer vacation for the French and other Europeans whom have now invaded this lovely little island and it feels almost like being in St Tropez in the summertime. 

Your private cocoon

I am totally and completely in love with this amazing invention sent to us by the Cacoon team. It is the most cozy little thing into which you can escape and close yourself off from the outside world for a while. Your perfect cocoon where you can relax, read, or just... hang around. Best thing is you can hang it wherever you wish. In a palm tree, on your boat, in your house or garden and it is made of sailcloth which makes it super resistant and strong. Thanks so much for this guys, our Cacoon will come to very much enjoyment!

Click here for more details and info on where you can get your own Cacoon.

Sail fish on the hook

We are in St Barts to refuel before we head over to St Martin. Alex caught this 1,85 m long sailfish just outside here on the coast, what a beauty.

St Barths

We made a quick stop in St Barths the other day. It is off season there now as in the rest of the Caribbean. The high season being the contrary to the European one in terms of time of the year and therefore are all these cities and islands a bit more slumbering than the busy period between December-May. 

St Barths was very similar to our expectations. Felt very St Tropez in many respects. St Barts is the most Northern of the French West Indies, as blooming and colorful as the neighbors. What is unique to this island compared to the rest of the ones in the Caribbean, is that St Barths was never used as a plantation area which meant that very little slaves were brought to this volcanic land, and therefore is also the vast majority of the population today French. It definitely felt like we were back in France for a while, much was similar in architecture, culture and ambiance. Originally settled by the French, it was traded to Sweden in 1784 in exchange for port rights in Göteborg/Gothenburg. King Gustav III decided to call the capital of the island for Gustavia, a name which is still the official one for it, and he laid out and paved the streets, built three forts and turned the community into a prosperous free port. There are quite a few Scandinavian features remaining in town and all of the streets are still signed with antique Swedish plates. Sweden who got fed up with the island, sold it all back to France in 1878 for 320.000 Francs and ever since it has been the French island in the West Indies where the jet set crowd and yacht people from all over the world have gathered for world famous regattas, for luxurious retreats, stylish beach life and other entertainment. Much similar to what is offered in St Tropez like I mentioned.

We will for sure be back when the season begins again and I can't wait to have some of our European friends joining us for a week of party and play when the summer officially is over back home in Europe.

Until then...