You might think it a stretch for us to post a blog about Turks and Caicos.
If Canadian travel culture is what we’re about, then where on earth does this stunning little fleet of islands fit into the picture?
As it turns out, Canucks travel to the British Overseas Territory (just east of Cuba) in droves every Christmas. This year, along with fifteen immediate and extended family members, I was one of them.
Though this isn’t an inexpensive resort, once you’re through the doors you’re in terrific hands.
Three things come immediately to mind about our stay.
First of all, the staff are unforgettable – beyond friendly and helpful. (I’m thinking of Nigel, for example, a Jamaican-born chef who could sing everything from Justin Beiber to Adele to Johnny Cash. The kids loved him.)
Secondly, the food – offered buffet style or a la carte and in Italian, French and Carribean traditions – is excellent. (I confess I’m a lamb lover, and I was thrilled to find trays of rosemary lamb chops piled high at one restaurant.)
Last but not least, there’s no shortage of on and off-site activities. From tennis to snorkeling to morning aerobics classes. (My husband thought the diving expeditions offered at no extra cost were the bomb. He went out ten times over 12 days – returning home with stories of a Dr. Seuss world featuring giant brain corals, huge underwater sea horns, patrolling reef sharks and spotted Eagle rays as big as king-sized beds.)
Accommodation aside, the beaches and the surrounding waters in Turks and Caicos are, frankly, out of this world. I mean, the water really is this blue. My brother-in-law, in the most Canadian of fashions, said it best when he described the ocean surrounding our island.
“The first thing that comes to mind?” he mused. “How about Lake Louise spread on a cracker?”
Anyone who has seen the impossibly tourquoise waters of Lake Louise in the Canadian Rockies knows what he’s talking about.
How cool is Turks & Caicos?
Let’s just say that when it comes to warm vacations, I’m traditionally a Maui girl.
But these days – as I weather Calgary’s latest cold snap – I’m thinking there’s room in my life for more than one tropical favourite.