An exuberant Bahamanian junkanoo welcomed Jeff and Sarah to married life with the most memorable first dance we've ever seen, and the rest of our vacation was no less exciting. The island of Eleuthera is a spectacularly beautiful setting and was a perfect mini-getaway for Donald and I. We took long walks on a nearly deserted pink sand beach, read books, stared wide-eyed at our ocean view, and celebrated many lovely meals with the entire destination wedding crowd. Donald gave a great toast at the wedding, and we danced the night away to a fabulous reggae band.
Eleuthera is a small island in the world of Carribbean travel; it has a few resorts but none of the development found on its more famous neighbors. However, it's always loomed large in my imagination. In the 80s and 90s there was a Club Med Eleuthera that many of my school friends visited (and also, it turns out, Uncle Derek). I remember listening to their stories of performing in the kids' camp circus and vowing that one day I would go there myself. Hurricane Floyd destroyed the Club Med in the late 90s and the owners chose not to rebuild, but I had to smile when we sat down for the gorgeous wedding ceremony and the program welcomed us to "Club Med Beach."
Patrick and Madeline had a great time with Gran T while we were away, but we were all glad to see each other when we got home.
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