Sea of Love - Spas & Seclusion

Not many men have set foot in a spa. Willingly. Or would readily admit it. But now we can count my husband in the small number of guys who've set a manicured toe inside. In all fairness, I don't think he would have tagged along had it not been a couples massage.


After discovering there was an infinity pool just for spa guests, we decided to show up early. Like 2 hours early! What? You would have done the same thing.


Seriously dreamy. Not one but TWO pools overlooking the ocean. All to ourselves. Mr. PaC hovered at the pool's edge like a child waiting to jump in after eating while I snapped photos of the undisturbed pool.


We soaked and swam 'til our fingers turned prune-y, then attempted the hot tub until the mosquitoes chased us (me) away.


(One of my absolute favorite pics from our honeymoon.)

Hopping back into the pool to escape aforementioned mosquitoes, we spied rock and what could be a beach just below the cliff. I wonder if we can get down there?


Yes we can! (via a steep, slippery man-made series of rock stairs)



This secluded beach is Casey Bay on the northwestern edge of the resort. (It's the only place we didn't run into our celebrity!)


Unable to resist his inner child, Mr. PaC scrambled over the rocks and began work on the first of many PaC stacked rock sculptures.


For the curious and amused, I passed on the mani-pedi since mine were still in great shape. They would have gone to waste... so Mr. PaC had his very first manicure AND pedicure sans polish. I have NEVER seen his hands look better. Why I didn't ask him to do this for the wedding, I don't know!

Post spa-treatment bliss.
We enjoyed Casey Bay's privacy and close proximity so much that we traversed its steep trail several more times. The resort beach was never crowded, but a gorgeous Caribbean beach to yourself is a real treat!

Catch up on the PaC honeymoon: We arrive. We explore. We dine.