Harbour Island, Bahamas: Pink Sand Paradise

I am constantly on the hunt for long-weekend destinations.  And, with Memorial Day just around the corner, I thought I’d share with you the perfect little hideaway. It’s called Harbour Island, known locally as Briland, and it has pink sand.  Need I say more?

Harbour Island lies just northwest of Eleuthera Island in the Bahamas. It’s famous for its pink sand beaches and cute little pastel cottages.

To get to Harbour Island, you must first get to Eleuthera. Luckily, there is non-stop service from Fort Lauderdale to Eleuthera on both commercial and chartered airlines.  You can also fly to Eleuthera from Nassau.

Once you make it to Eleuthera, you have to hop a cab ($5 per person) from the small airport to the dock and take the ferry over to Harbour Island (another $5 per person).

As soon as you get onto Harbour Island, you need to rent a golf cart (around $50 per day), as this will be your mode of transportation for the weekend.  And, you need to get comfortable with driving on the other side of the street! Dunmore Town, the only town on Harbour Island, is full of golf carts zipping all around town.

When it comes to choosing lodging, you have two options: either rent one of the cute little cottage homes or take up residence in one of the many hotels on the island.  If you are a family or a large group, the cottage homes are the way to go.  While many of them are not beachfront, they have views of the bay.  If being on the beach is your goal, then there are really only three options: The Dunmore, Coral Sands, or Pink Sands.

The Dunmore is hands down the most luxurious of the three, but it is also the most popular, and the property stays pretty full. While they are oceanfront, it is located on a busier part of the beach, so there are a lot of people around.

We stayed at Pinks Sands, and honestly, I am glad we did.  Pink Sand’s is an historic property.  But, it’s location is what makes this property a gem.  It is tucked away from the hustle and bustle of Dunmore Town and right on the ocean.  The property is large, with 20 acres of gardens. There are 25 British Colonial cottages, so there are only a limited number of guests sharing this paradise with you and there are not many, if any, non-guests on the property. The best part is the private stretch of beach reserved for guests, with powdery pink sand and crystal clear turquoise water.

There are other hotels, like The Landing (owned by Prince Charles’s goddaughter, India Hicks), Bahamas House, and  Valentine’s Resort and Marina, but these are located in town.

Harbour Island definitely runs on island time.  The pace is just a little slower. The atmosphere is relaxed, but there is a hint of casual elegance.  In fact, it’s a bit bougie. It is the type of place that unassuming billionaires go to relax; where people are casually, but expensively, dressed. There are a lot of regulars who return to the island year after year, and the marina is full of yachts. This is not a budget getaway.  Food, lodging, and activities are pretty pricey on the island. Fortunately, the American dollar and Visa and MasterCard are widely accepted.

We spent our mornings on the beach, but by afternoon, we were out and about in the town.  Our first mission was to grab lunch.  Our go to spot was Sip Sip (the local slang for gossip). It is only open from 11:30 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.  It overlooks the Atlantic Ocean, and it is packed every single day.

There is one thing that you absolutely MUST order at Sip Sip: the lobster quesadilla. I dream about this quesadilla.  It is one of the most delicious things I have eaten in my life.  At $45, it is also the most expensive quesadilla you will ever eat. IT is worth every penny. It is generously filled with juicy chunks of fresh caught lobster. I am a food snob (just ask Chad).  I am underwhelmed and unimpressed with most restaurants/meals. So, I don’t just throw around this kind of praise for dishes.

Another “must visit” eatery is Queen Conch.  This place also gets super busy and is cash only.  Their conch fritters are amazing (and, I am really not a huge fan of the conch fritter because they tend to be more fritter than conch), but the real star is the exotic conch salad.


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We would take ours to go and have a picnic on the sandbar.

After lunch, we explored the town, stopping in at all the fab (but pricey) retail shops.

We headed over to Arthur’s Bakery for cookies and key lime tarts and to the Sweet Spot Cafe for smoothies.

On some days, we would just ride around the town exploring all the local streets and the cute cottages.

We visited the straw market.

And, on one of the days, we chartered a boat to go snorkeling.

You can even ride horses on the beach!

In the afternoons, we would post up on our pre-reserved beach chairs and wait for the sun to set or take a ride out to the sandbar.

On one such afternoon, I had the great fortune of discovering this amazing young Asian couple who brought a giant sherbet colored unicorn raft onto the beach.  This had Instagram written all over it.  The little Asian girl posed for what seemed like an hour on the raft while yelling at her husband as he snapped away.  Once she tired of the raft, she simply left it behind on the beach.

Not being one to pass up a gram-able moment (or a unicorn), I jumped on that bad boy and made like the Asian girl, while Chad died of embarrassment and took these photos! #BlogLife #BlogHusband

For dinner, there are two must try places, and neither of them are cheap.  The first is the restaurant at The Landing, which requires a reservation.

The second is the Rock House, where a table on the terrace at sunset guarantees a magnificent view.

Before you know it, your long weekend will come to an end, and you will have to leave behind this little island paradise and return to real life. Hopefully, you will return a little tanned and well-rested, which is almost guaranteed after a few days on this little jewel of the Caribbean.

 

Living Life To The Fullest: In Memory Of A Friend And Great Adventurer

“I can’t believe that we would lie in our graves, wondering if we had spent our living days well.”

Lyrics from Lie In Our Graves, Dave Matthews Band.

You always hear these adages, encouraging you to live life to the fullest.  To live with no regrets.  But what does that really mean, and, honestly, how many of us really heed that advice? How many people do we know that actually live these full lives?

I recently lost a friend in a tragic and unexpected way.  To me, he was the living embodiment of what it means to live life to the fullest, and to never take a single day for granted.  He was the one person I knew that lived these truths.

Neither my friend’s identity nor the details of his death are important.  What is important is the person that he was.  He was the kind of guy that had seemingly lived 100 interesting lives.  I met him 10 years ago in law school.  We were in the same section, and, if you know anything about law school, you know that means that we spent the next year together because we had the exact same schedule– every class, every day for a whole year. We bonded over our mutual love for travel and for animals, dogs specifically.

He was the kind of guy that basically excelled at everything he did, but not in an annoying way. In an inspiring way. He attended the Portuguese Air Force Academy where he graduated first in his class. He had a career as a military pilot and as an airline pilot for one of the largest airline companies in the U.S.  He was an accomplished private, commercial, instrument and ATP rated pilot as well as a Gold Seal Flight Instructor. He once told me that he enrolled in law school as a result of a bet/dare from his wife.  True to form, he was accepted to the best law school in the State of Florida and graduated second in our class, booking almost every class he took (non-lawyer translation: at the end of every class in law school, they give out an award (often endowed), called a book award, to the person who has the highest grade in that class). I always wondered if finishing second annoyed him since he was so used to being first.

He had an affinity for adventure and speed.  He loved fast (German) cars and fast motorcycles, and had both. He also loved to fly. He was the only person I knew in law school who had a plane, and that includes the faculty and staff.  He loved taking his fellow classmates up in the plane.  Two of my girlfriends and I once flew to his home to meet his wife and puppies (all 5 of them) and have dinner.  He let me take control and fly the plane on the way back, which was so exciting because I had never before (or since) flown a plane.  I saw a light in the distance and told him that he should probably resume control of the plane since there was some air traffic up ahead.  He laughed and said, “That’s not a plane, Anastasia; that’s a planet!” Whoops!

He was the kind of guy that always had time for conversation (especially if the conversation was a debate). He as not afraid to take a position, even an unpopular one, and he stood by his convictions. He believed in himself. He was also the kind of guy that never said no. He was always willing to help.  If you were struggling to understand a concept, he would take time and explain it to you the way he understood it.  I sat next to him for an entire month during our bar preparation course, which I was in charge of running.  He was early every morning, ready to help. He was an authentic and genuine soul.

After law school, we kept in touch through Facebook.  He briefly worked at a law firm, but hated the structure, so he started his own firm with his wife who was already a lawyer. He also provided safety consulting services to the offshore and land-based oil and gas industry. In his spare time, he volunteered his time and his plane to provide free air transportation to financially distressed people with medical needs and to health care organizations through a non-profit charitable organization.

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Over the course of two and a half years, he completed the Seven Summits Challenge.  That means that he summited the highest mountain on each of the seven continents: Mount Everest in Asia, the Aconcagua in South America, Denali in North America, Mount Kilimanjaro in Africa (twice), Mount Elbrus in Europe, Vinson in Antarctica, and Puncak Jaya in New Guinea (Australia).  Because there is a debate about whether Mount Kosciuszko or Puncak Jaya is the tallest in Australia, he climbed both. I teasingly told him that I would be impressed only after he also summited K2. He matter-of-factly told me that he already summited the highest mountain in Asia and the world. Touche.

In between climbing mountains, he had some other pretty epic adventures, including gorilla trekking in Uganda and Rwanda, expeditions to Antarctica, and 100s of “trips of a lifetime” to the Galapagos Islands, Australia, South America, North America, Europe, Asia, and Africa. It seems he that he always immersed himself with the locals wherever he went, and he always found dogs to love all over the world. His pictures are National Geographic amazing, because he was, of course, a professional level photographer. He was my travel icon, and we often compared notes on travel, although my travels paled in comparison to his.

On the rare occasion that he wasn’t off on some bucket list journey, he spent time at his second home in the Bahamas, which he built and dedicated to his squad of adorable Cavalier King Charles Spaniels.  In my next life, if I can’t come back as him, I want to come back as one of his dogs. He would load up the pups in his plane, put the  protective earmuffs on them, and fly them down to their island home, Sandy Paws. They would spend time exploring the island in their golf cart and taking to the seas in their boat, the Barkardi. He and his dogs would go paddle-boarding. These dogs live a charmed life, and I loved it.

He got involved in a local charity in the Bahamas that built homes for and fed stray Potcake dogs on the island, which is a mixed breed dog commonly found on the Caribbean Islands.  He flew plane loads of supplies to the island from the States to support this cause and the these dogs. He loved all animals and our environment, but he especially loved dogs. He had tattoos of the face of every one of his dogs on his body. I judge the greatness of a person by the way they treat animals, and he was one of the greatest.

The last country he visited was Bolivia, where he was hiking up a volcano. Before he died, he was working on completing the Explorers Grand Slam, which he planned to start next month. That involves skiing to both the North and South poles. I am sad that such a great adventurer will never get to complete this feat.

He was truly the most interesting person I have ever known (and probably will ever know). His life was remarkable, inspirational, and one that deserves celebration. He lived life to the fullest. The last time I spoke to my friend was on March 15.  He died four days later.  I never got to tell him how much I admired him, and for that I am sorry.

As news of his death spread, his Facebook wall was loaded with pictures and messages of condolences from people around the world. Literally, around the world: his climbing friends, his Island friends, his local community, his law school friends, even people who had met him once in passing.  It is amazing to see the impact and reach that one person had on so many. The messages are similar: “amazing man”, “great human”, “inspiring person”, “authentic”, ” positive, fun-loving and gregarious” “remarkable and wonderful[ly] accomplish[ed]”. In times where humanity can’t seem to agree on anything, scores of people from different cultures, races, and religions seemingly agreed: he was good people.

They say all dogs god to heaven, and if that is true, on March 19, heaven’s dogs met their greatest angel.  I hope that he is resting peacefully in heaven, surrounded by dogs, gazing over the highest and most amazing peaks. I hope he died feeling like he spent his living days well.