May 30, 2015- arguably the best day of my life. I’ve been fortunate to have lots of memorable travel experiences. I’ve been to Italy and to multiple Caribbean destinations, but it wasn’t until I rolled up at YCCS that all of my obsessions came to life in one spectacular space. In the words of Ice Cube, “Today was a good day.”
Let me take a step back. I aspire to be more Euro. More specifically, I am obsessed with all things Italian. Of course this leaves me in constant conflict, as I live on a tiny island in the Caribbean and dress in flip flops and sundresses, while envisioning myself in all black, carrying my Chanel bag, sipping Processo on a gondola while being rowed through the canals of Venice by a handsome Italian.
Somehow, despite my obsession with Italy, and despite the fact that I live on St. John, I had never heard of the Yacht Club Costa Smeralda, an ITALIAN clubhouse and marina just a few rocks away! YCCS, located in the fabulous North Sound of Virgin Gorda, is designed to accommodate 300 foot mega yachts. Now I don’t have a mega yacht, but I had Shaun and a 10-foot borrowed kayak. Perfect.
Once we tied up our kayak, we started along the path. The grounds were impeccable.
The Rolex statue is like their not-so-subtle way of saying “You have arrived.”
We were greeted at the top of the stairs on the breathtaking veranda by Diego. You probably guessed it. Diego is from Sardinia. Though we were the only ones there, Diego invited us to sit down and have lunch, which we did.
Then he suggested that we make our way to the infinity pool, which we did. Then he suggested that we drink amazingly beautiful handcrafted cocktails, which of course, we did. It was like Diego couldn’t throw out an idea that wasn’t absolute genius.
And, try to appreciate this- during the entire time we were at YCCS, there was hip hop music playing in the background. “Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool….” I felt like I was living in a 90s rap video or, better yet, a new episode of Empire. I felt like Cookie and Lucious might walk in at any moment.
So what if I didn’t really actually “roll” up? So what if I’m not a member of the club? And so what if I had on my swimsuit and flip flops? I didn’t have to buy a plane ticket and travel across the world. I didn’t even have to own a boat to be mentally transported to Italy for the day with Diego and my martini and the infinity pool.
Ashley Cates, St. John USVI Blogger