The photos from that quiet morning walk are below. Vacations with families (at least mine) are usually filled with lots of activities, tours and restaurant stops. All pre-planned by the two executives (both in their jobs and their lives) and we grandparents make a good attempt to
Thus the morning walk by myself was just the tonic I needed. As I mentioned the beaches were not being used by the people staying at the resort. The resort did provide free shuttles to two other beaches on another side of the island that were not covered in sargassum grasses and while not having any lifeguards these beaches did have restaurants and restrooms.
Back at the resort, you can see from above, perhaps, how soft this sand is. The footsteps have been easily softened by the ocean breezes. It is like walking on pillows! Good workout for ankles and knees, but requires one to walk more slowly for careful balance. When I had gotten around the point of the beach and into the more remote areas, this was one of the first beach signs I encountered. Not exactly drawing me in as it reminded me of a death memorial!
Just ahead were the horses...not the donkeys, tied to the edge of the coast with small plastic tanks of water nearby. The photo below gives a good example of how rural the area was.
I walked some more and came upon an abandoned sea moss research laboratory. Sad in so many ways. I think it was initiated in 2015 to encourage cottage industry for the locals. There is a sea moss cocktail/drink, which I did not try, which is supposed to help with male fertility. There were some buoys still offshore, so maybe something is still happening.
I came across a very few sandpipers (I think) scurrying along the second point that I rounded in my walk. Conch shells washed ashore are in abundance.
There was no noise on this side of the island. Just the sound of the wind as it moved along the coastline even muffling the sound of waves. It was extremely peaceful.
I did not collect this beautiful conch shell as I did not know the rules for collecting shells, did not have room in my luggage and have passed that time in my life as I have an extensive shell collection already. I did eat some fried conch that week.
As the island curved out again, the beach appeared to have come to an end. I paused and explored some of the flora and fauna and then regretfully had to return to the resort as I was out of my water. The horses were even less curious about me on my return.
Slowly I re-entered civilization.
Maybe ready for a nap before lunch? Hoping you got a bit of the atmosphere and mood of this tiny island in the Caribbean.