We arrived at Montserrat via a 7-seat plane that never got above 2,000 feet over the 31-mile flight from Antigua.
Antigua, by the way, was hot and muggy, compared to Montserrat's warm temp but reasonable humidity. We landed at a very short one-runway airport where every worker had more than one job. Our immigration officer also issued my driver's license at opposite ends of the building!
George Christian was waiting with his minivan to give us a ride to the villa. The roads were narrow, usually one-lane wide paved with asphalt that winded up and down the steep hillsides with no hint of modern traffic standards.
Beautiful country, with beautiful villas and very small, almost shack-like businesses, etc. We got some groceries at Ram's (pronounced "Rum's" by the locals) and made it to the villa just after dark. Upon finding the gate, brick walkway and luscious plants/trees/flowers, we finally found the right key to get in. Just an adorable place, with all the "essentials."
Amy and I put groceries away and I unpacked. I'm writing this 24 hours after arriving and Amy still hasn't unpacked the beast of a (Amy Edit: CARRY-ON, thankyouverymuch) suitcase she made me (Another Amy Edit - HA! Made him, my arse!) lug around North America. Funny how that works, huh guys?!
We made a quick dinner and listened to some music, had some wine, and just settled in to the fact that we have no phones, no emails, and no real responsibility. It's an uneasy feeling at first, but definitely one worth waiting for!
We went to sleep under a mosquito net to the wide open windows letting in Mother Nature's orchestra. We can't wait to look around a bit come daylight!
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