Girlfriend Getaway

Kamalame Cay

{Kamalame Cay…no words}

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{Marcella and I having what the cool kids call “a moment”}

Hermit Crab

{Hermit crabs make me so happy…dunno why}

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{Exploring in a Ralph Lauren dress}

Sunnies

{My new go-to sunnies by Goet}

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{Gal pal Lauren in a Pitusa caftan, moi in an Indah dress}

Laughing

{This photo is everything — with Kamalame Cay owner David Hew}


Thirteen. That’s the number of years its been since I’ve taken a girlfriend getaway (I blame my children, husband and good ol’ fashion guilt, obviously). So when invited to visit the magical (as this is the only word I can conjure up to describe this private island resort) Kamalame Cay — I decided that FUCK YES this chick was going Bahama mama with her two cronies Marcella Novela and Lauren Gnazzo.

Because I deserved it. Because sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and YOLO your face off. Because life is too short to say “no” to certain opportunities. JUST BECAUSE, okay?!?!?

Okay. So here we were on this spellbinding sliver of heaven bursting with postcard-perfect beaches, hermit crabs, spiral-tailed lizards, coconuts, hummingbirds, parrot fish and indubitably fascinating people from places such as New Zealand, the U.K., Nassau, Ireland and beyond. The whole idyllic situation had a decidedly Fantasy Island feel to it minus Tattoo the little person shouting “Da plane! Da plane!” 

And it was pure bliss. Kamalame Cay’s owners David Hew and Michael King made me feel right at home (a feat seeing as it was my first time traveling without my husband and kids for the first time in ages). On Saturday, the comely couple (David has arguable the best hair ever. Jealous) hosted us for an unforgettable lunch where the rosé flows like wine, where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano (oh dear, I’m quoting Dumb & Dumber. My bad).

Let’s just say I was able to reconnect with my friends and the new ones, too, at a heightened level. There’s something to be said of the times when you find yourself in an exotic place with zero responsibilities. No curfew. No wakeup time. Not knowing where the day will take you. No internet. No phone. It’s all so damn freeing.

I got lost in the palm tree-lined paths. I found myself downright frightened then fascinated while swimming through the boundless coral reef. I walked stretches of empty sands until my feet hurt and shoulders burned from the glorious sun. I missed my children and husband terribly at times, too. But the laughs (my God, did I laugh!), conversations, dancing, traversing, eating, drinking and just being with my friends are the stuff of legends.

And that’s what makes this life such a painfully beautiful thing. 

 

11 Comments

  1. Cristina
    June 8, 2015 / 3:09 pm

    Beautiful. I want to go there.

  2. Lana
    June 8, 2015 / 3:13 pm

    That beach AHHHHHHHH

  3. Seba
    June 8, 2015 / 3:44 pm

    You deserved it babe

  4. Vivian
    June 8, 2015 / 5:59 pm

    That last picture is so YOU

  5. Silent G
    June 8, 2015 / 11:02 pm

    Girl – that was the best damn get-a-way I’ve had in a long time. I’ll be your travel agent anytime. Grateful for the unforgettable memories we shared. Love you long time. X

  6. June 9, 2015 / 2:14 pm

    Amazing, Maria!!!
    Beautiful pictures and words!
    I need to check out this gem of a place.
    Xoxo

  7. June 9, 2015 / 6:15 pm

    Amazing! This place looks beautiful and I’m so obsessed with the shot of you and Marcella.

    xx

  8. June 10, 2015 / 2:56 am

    Honestly, it’s one of the best times of gateways! you forget how much fun and essential to your sanity it is to have a Girls trip! looked like so much fun!

    Xx

    Ana

  9. mayli
    June 11, 2015 / 1:01 pm

    The journey is the reward, Wordy Girl!! What a perfect place!!

  10. Jessica
    June 12, 2015 / 3:37 pm

    “And that’s what makes this life such a painfully beautiful thing. ” love this!!!

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