Mustique Part 1

Mustique 2015

Our villa was right next to the airport where all the small private jets flew in.

The mini jet when we left the island was slightly bigger than the one we came in.

There are not many real cars on the island. Instead everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, drives around in golf carts.

Our villa had no air condition but all windows and doors were standing wide open 24/7. Magical.

There was a lot of relaxing in hammocks and chairs around the verandas terraces.

Our golf cart for the week.

Turtles are very common on the island. They are everywhere. On the roads,  in the gardens, in the wet land woods...

Our bedroom. Big, airy and with a mosquito net for the night.

Our villa was lovely furnished.

There was a terrace built all arounn the house on the top floor.

This is where Luca Bo slept.

I did bring a crochet WiP but to be honest, not many rows were made.
But when waking up at between 6am and 7am every morning, I sat down here for a moment and enjoyed the silence.

My yarn.

The pool seen from our bedroom terrace.

First thing in the morning and last thing at night.

Breakfast served. Every morning. And no need to clean up. Anne and Syl did it all. Lovely ladies from the island St Vincent.

There were quite a few yachts anchored by the beaches.

The island is small and there is not much to do besides beaching and relaxing.
But we went for some exploring walks which showed to offer breathtaking views.

Beautiful tropical flowers.

Best sisters.

Exploring one of the many beaches was the first thing to do when we arrived.

Emmy Bo enjoying the beach.

The memory of our wonderful vacation in the Caribbean is still fresh in my mind,  and flicking through the photos and videos from our adventure makes it even more recent. IT feels like we just go home. I'm not sure how to tell you about this trip but lets put it this way. This trip was a once in a lifetime opportunity given to us in the last minute, and we jumped on it. And what a great trip it was!!!

Mustique is one of the islands of the Grenadines in the Caribbean. We had to fly Geneva - London, London - St Lucia and then the smallest private jet imaginable from St Lucia to this tiny little island, (only 1400 acres) Mustique. It was a long journey but a very exciting one. Especially arriving in St Lucia with the warm weather and this surprisingly small private jet. Luca, who you know are into airplanes, was in heaven of excitement. Me in the other hand was a bit nervous as it felt like sitting in a station wagon 1500 meters above ground. I was sitting so close to the wall, which was a door, and it felt like the door would open any minute and I would fall out.

The weather was perfect. I'm not sure about the temperature but we slept good without air condition and only with fans. In the morning you woke up and stepped outside in your underwear feeling comfortable. And the kids was in the pool by 7am. That is how wonderful it was.

At the beach we could just slip into water without tucking our bellies in to adjust. You just walked right in and lay around for as long as you wanted. And the kids sure did. They spent hours and hours in the ocean.

This island is a privately owned island and all properties are privately owned. This is not a tourist spot, more a hidden island for rich and famous to escape to to get away from paparazzis and fans. Some of the most known to have properties here are Mick Jagger, Tommy Hilfigger, Shania Twain, Bryan Adams and even the late David Bowie once upon a time...  There are only two luxury hotels on the island and 3 restaurants and you can only access the island with a private jet or yacht. It felt very surreal to visit this magnificent island as just a "normal" person amongst all the rich and famous.

We stayed in a rented villa and had our own staff (!!!) cooking, cleaning and washing our clothes. A mothers big dream, a total vacation treat not having to lift a finger. No, we mostly just enjoyed the beaches, drove around exploring, jumped in the pool, had lunch at the Cotton House Beach and hanging out reading books at the villa.

To avoid overwhelming you with pictures I will show a little at the time. So stay tuned, I'll tell you more stories and show you more pictures in days to come.

Kärlek
Annette

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Pattern writing on a rainy day

Is it rain or is it snow? It is a mix tumbling down outside the window. I don't have any desire to go out in this weather and although I've started a new health regime where I challenge myself to get outside at least 30 minutes a day, I think today will be one of my resting days this week. Instead I have dug into writing out one of many patterns that has been neglected for too long. One promise I have made to myself is to finish all my patterns and projects I've started through the years. I want to become a Doer and not just a Starter.

It is nice to sit here inside in the warmth with a hot coffee and new baked gingerbread loaf as a snack. I listen to Swedish Radio and I can almost believe I am in Sweden for the moment. The language is comforting, even the traffic reports with its jingle feels like home. I think that no matter how many years I will live my life in another country, I will always remain Swedish in my heart.

Well, lets finish this pattern. Text editing today, step-by-step photos tomorrow. If the light allows. In winter it is always about the light. Searching it. Finding it. Chasing it. Catching it.

PS I would like to THANK YOU all for your precious comments on yesterday's post. Yesterday was a very dark day and hearing your advice and stories about how to handle this tragedy has been very helpful. Even though I couldn't be there at the ceremony, I will write my friend a letter and be there for her whenever she needs me. I might be of better use as a friend in a few weeks from now when shock and turbulence of all the practical actions has ended. So THANK YOU, for helping me. Guiding me. Listening to me. And just being there.

Kärlek
Annette

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Loss...

Today I'm lighting a candle for a dear friend and previous colleague. Last week she abruptly lost her son in an accident. He was in his thirties, fell on the mountain and hit his head. The last thing I heard was that he has donated organs to 4 people or even more.

I don't know exactly what happened but am distraught by the thought of the pain that my friend is going through. The loss of a child is every mother's biggest fear, correct me if I'm wrong. When my thoughts wander there, I quickly cut them off. I don't even want to go there in my mind. I have cried. I have felt helpless. What can I do as a friend, I wonder? What do I say? How can anyone comfort someone in such deep grief?

Today there is a funeral. My other friends will be there. I've chosen to not go. Partly because I have some important obligations but also because I'm not sure I can handle to see a mother fall apart when saying goodbye to her grown up son. I'm a very sensitive person. Emotional. It might be overwhelming to see... I'm scared of what a scenario like that would awaken in me.

My dear friend is a lively woman. Full of laughter, cheekiness and energy. She pretty much laughs all the time. I just hope and pray that she won't loose that ability now when a huge part of her heart is taken away by this terrible accident. Her son grew up with this wonderful woman and I believe that he would want her to continue to spread happiness and joy around her. I hope her light hasn't died with him.

One day I hope she can find comfort in the thought that she gave her son a good life, a good upbringing and lots of love a laughter. Maybe more than the average mother gives. Because of her cheerful personality. He was a lucky boy having her as a mother.

Today I'm lighting a candle for a much beloved man and son, for a family in deep grief and for anyone else who suffers from the pain of loosing someone dear. Lets take a minute and be grateful for all the things we do have in life. Things we should never ever take for granted.

Kärlek
Annette

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