The first part of our honeymoon was spent at Cocobay in Antigua. Neither of us had been and had no idea what to expect. Well we had somewhat of an idea, let’s be honest. We wanted to relax and drink a lot on the beach, this place seemed to offer both.
A few of Chris’s work pals had been to Cocobay and told him it was a great resort where you could get awesome ocean front villas and not break the bank.
So that’s what sold us, the idea of having a sweet little villa right on the ocean. (With our own little pool, hammock, and bath on the patio, to boot.)
This part of the trip was especially “honeymoony,” which was good since it was the first leg. We’re talking champagne in the room waiting for us when we got there, rose petals covering the floor, and fellow honeymooners all over the place. Everywhere I looked I saw guys playing with their rings as if they’d never worn jewelry before.
We’re nearly two months in and Chris still fiddles with his ring constantly. Sometimes at dinner he’ll take it off and start twisting it like a top. And I’m like, STOPPPPP. He’s going to lose that damn thing.
Most of our days were spent right here. I would plant myself in these chairs (or the hammock) with a drink in one hand and my book in the other. It was just what I wanted.
It rained a few days, but we made the most of it. I actually found it pretty relaxing to sit on the deck and watch it come in from the ocean.
I mean I’d go back to this moment right now, wouldn’t you?
The one friend I met was Claudette, the local T-Shirt woman. I wanted to get a photo with her but I forgot. Now that was a woman who knew how to sell a t-shirt. Chris and I each came home with ten XXL shirts that we will most definitely never wear. But Claudette didn’t take no for answer.
This was at the start of the trip when I still cared about outfits. By the end I was just wearing swimsuit coverups and mumus and calling them “dresses.”
I think we can all agree I made the most out of this $8 crop top, no?