This
was the third time my husband and I have vacationed here-the
first time we were newly-weds, the second time we brought along
our ten-month old daughter, and this third trip we returned with
her little brother (and my father and his wife) so they too could
fall in love with the exquisite ocean front accommodations of
the Robertson Plantation House: the "turtle" lagoon,
and the "quiet" lagoon, both located on either side
of "hammock point." We frequented all three areas daily-no
car seats, no tantrums, just a stroll across the lawn away.
We settled
effortlessly into our new routine: sleeping to the ocean surf,
waking 6 am to the sound of the morning doves cooing under
the eaves, and watching the spinner dolphins as they passed
while we ate breakfast on the lanai. Afternoons, we dumped mangoes
and vanilla ice-cream in the blender to ward of the 2 pm
sleepies, and then, succumbed regardless to a nap in the hammock
on the point, which James so kindly put up and took down for
us daily.
Evenings, we watched for the rust colored "Sunset
Cruise" ship
to pass as the sky paled, and enjoyed the tiki lamps so faithfully
lit by James. The one night I couldn't sleep, I was able to peruse
the many bookshelves in the house, retiring to the couch with
a fairy tale collection, a book on the Kennedy family, and a 1950
anthology of Japanese literature. The fully-equipped kitchen
had everything we needed. We felt safe and secure knowing James
was on the property and felt protected by Mango (the dogger!)
and his night time patrols. They both went out of their way to
make us feel welcome and taken care of.
In search of the perfect words, we decided to let each member
of the family have their say: Kallista (4 1/2): "I liked
the fishies. And I liked the little baby purple sea urchins.
I liked the curtains in that bathroom by the washing machine."
Orion (2 1/2): "Playing baseball!(Kallista translates: "You
mean croquet?!" Orion nods vigorously.) I want to go get
Daddy to go back to Hawaii tomorrow."
Melie (5, the dog) left at home with godparents: "How could
you?! A screened lanai from which to watch the moonlit ocean
by tiki lamp?! And three balconies to snooze on in the sun?
Those chocolate covered macadamia nuts you brought me back as
consolation were fabulous, but don't expect me to forgive you
anytime soon."
Grandpa: "What a fine place to frolic
with the grandchildren, the fishes and the friendly turtles."
Grandma: "The
fresh green trees were alive with brilliant yellow birds, two
kinds of cardinals, and exotic java sparrows. Bright green and
turquoise geckoes abounded, tame enough to get a good look at.
We awoke to bird songs each morning-a great way to wake up in
paradise."
P. S.
Mark (the Daddy): broke his free diving record-and dove to
102 feet. Managed to emerge from ocean bleeding in 6 places,
with 13 sea urchin spines in elbow by going out of the coral
cove at low tide with pregnant wife (in bikini) in tow. Wife
emerged without a scratch, and Mark fulfilled his ex-Navy SEAL
daily high-adrenaline requirement.
Tania (the Mommy): plans to take out an extra life-insurance
policy on the husband for the next trip...because we'll be
back to introduce the newest member of the family sometime
after March, 2006, once the baby is old enough to fly. We are
ever grateful the home is open to visitors and look forward
to our next stay. Thank you, thank you. The James Family.