It's not unusual for an early twenty-something American to consider herself a Francophile, even if she has yet to infiltrate the City of Light. So, like many, I had decided that life doesn't begin until my first trip to Paris. As fate would have it, this conviction was changed forever when I found myself on a jaunt to the French-Caribbean island of St. Barth's earlier this year. Upon my arrival, and most especially during my 4-night stay at the island's premiere boutique hotel Le Sereno, I learned swiftly that St. Barth's, at its essence, is not just a place to see and be seen, but a tropical slice of France. With winter travel season just around the bend, here are my personal wanderings and musings from my hallmark voyage.
After flying into San Juan, I boarded a Tradewind Aviation charter plane to St. Barth's. The flight gave me the most idyllic bird's eye views I'd ever experienced as we sailed through the peaks of the island. As an occasional thrill-seeker, I enjoyed every stomach-flipping second of the nose-dive down landing on the island's famously short runway.