2017 turned out to be the year of repeats. Our second year in Fiji, our second year going to Tokoriki for our anniversary, our second year going to Beachcomber for New Years, and our second year getting an iPhone stolen. We looked into doing something different for New Year’s Eve, but if you want to party in this corner of the world, then Beachcomber Island is the closest thing to it. There is a new day club not too far away, and we looked into that, but it is only a day club, and does not offer overnight accommodation. Beachcomber
A great deal of thought and planning went into this year’s New Year’s Eve celebration. Fletch and I were at home in our tiny, mustard-walled, one-room apartment playing with Ratu Kitty Cooper (our kitty that I now realize I have failed to welcome into our lives with a proper blog post. That will come shortly). Fletch asked, "So what are we doing for New Year’s this year?" I thought about it for a good 60 seconds. These things are very important decisions. Kitty rolled over and stretched. “Beachcomber?” I asked after a minute. Beachcomber Island is another island in the
So back over New Year's (I know, this post is only two and a half months too late) Fletch invited me to go visit his friends in the Virgin Islands with him. These were friends who lived on a sailboat and of whom I'd heard nonstop talk of ever since I'd met Fletch nearly a year before. They were the infamous power couple of the Caribbean. A couple days before the Old Year's Night party was set to take place at Foxy's Bar on Jost Van Dyke (the place to be in the Caribbean to bring in the new year) Fletch