The rest of our Trip Report - Catcha Falling Star & Blue Cave Castle

[Hubby-man]

Others might just see to it that their bags are packed and focus on getting to the airport on time, but not Daisy. The Island has far too strong a hold on her. Like a starved person, she wants to lick every last bit of gravy off the vacation plate, and even checks the underside for crumbs.

With bathing suits at the ready under the shorts, we directed our driver to Jamar's abode at the Blue Cave Castle, rather than the airport. After all we hadn't seen it yet and that simply would not do.

The sun was bright even at this early hour, with a comfortable breeze going. The large white wooden gate swung open and we entered a large gravel parking lot, surrounded by the heavy structures of a fanciful, but massive castle.

All the walls were put together from large rocks arranged in a whimsical pattern and trimmed in baby blue against the azure sky. While Daisy paid the fare my auto focus was already humming in chase of the large dragon flies hunting in the court yard. Before I could get a good shot though we had to move on, to keep up with Daisy's tight schedule.



Jamar's room was in the back, facing the ocean. He greeted us at the open door and showed us around his enormously and immaculately clean bed room. Every detail was true to the Castle theme, the illustrated wall carpets, the dark and heavy carved oak dressers, and the enormous coat of arms above the rustic bed.

Jamar was packed already, in fact the room looked so clean, I think he never unpacked. While Daisy admired the decor in detail, Jamar gathered our orders and led me through the back door to go and get some breakfast.

Behind the door things looked even more medieval . The buildings housing the guests and kitchen were built close together forming maze like alleys, with little arches connecting the buildings. I fully expected someone to empty a chamber pot out of a second story window.

It was so early the kitchen was still prepping for prep and only one cook was on duty. The sleepy man looked out through the mosquito net door, seemed a little shocked that someone wanted breakfast already. He called for a waitress from the back and promised he'd do what he could.

We went back to the room and sat down on the luxurious veranda overlooking the cliff. With the ocean crashing against the rocks as a backdrop we reminisced about our adventures. Jamar showed us the pictures of his expedition to Little Bay. We felt so fulfilled with experiences and blessings.



The waitress suddenly appeared peeking through a stone arch through which she handed us a large tray of breakfast dishes. the cook had done his best to put something delicious together, before the kitchen was actually open.

Soon Chicken arrived at the gate and we had to drop everything and make some headway towards the airport.

Only a few miles down the road though, Daisy ordered the whole party to halt once more, just to squeeze a little more juice out of this vacation, and get her bathing suit wet one more time...