A week bathed in a turquoise spectrum of dazzling water and blue skies restores my ability to face daily travails at home.
Jim finds peace trolling the beaches like a fish whisperer, beckoning them to swim in from the deep to take his lure.
A purist at heart, he uses a delicate fly rod and barb-less hooks.
He approaches fly fishing as a sacred art, and though on vacation, embraces its challenge.
Perplexing, I know.
The shoreline off our hotel is a prime habitat for young ocean fish.
In the evenings as we strolled the shore, he reeled in one whippersnapper after another, providing me with a glimpse of what was swimming in the depths of this blue sea.
Baby permit are perfect silver fork tailed fish that can grow to 4′.
We’ve seen them feeding in the surf off nearby Dog Island, appearing to surf the waves for pleasure.
Here off the hotel they attend nursery school.
Snapper is featured on every dinner menu on the island and no wonder because the fish are plentiful.
Our favorite restaurants for lunch is Straw Hat, where their Snapper Sandwich slathered with spicy aoili is out of this world.
Bonito are are a relative of tuna and prized game fish.
Bonefish have to be hunted down like a warrior, stalking the fish through the shallows, and casting to them once you have them in your sight. This is Jim’s favorite.
When he’s got one on a line, he knows he’s achieved something.
When we are in the Caribbean the seafood we crave more than any other, is Conch, dipped in batter, and deep fried into fritters. The shell with its lustrous pink center is actually home to a large sea snail.
We can eat an obscene number of them, but indulgence is part of what makes for a great vacation.
And why we are happy to come home.